Saturday, February 26, 2011

8 plus 2

makes ten.  That's eight inches of madness plus two inches of "I'll fix it".  That's eight inches of regret plus two inches of "I can make this better".  That's eight inches of bad impulse decisions plus two inches of "I can't take it anymore".

Which all adds up to ten cumulative inches of hair in my trash can, ten inches less hair on my head.

Pictures. You want pictures?  Well, I tried to have my local amateur photographer take some, but she doesn't always push the button down hard enough so then I have to reach out and help her and then... well the shots we get aren't always glamorous.  But here you go.




Maybe I'll try again later.








So I blame my mother for most of this. And my childhood. (Love you mom.)  See, growing up my mom cut my hair.  I have never put much thought into my hair beyond: I like it long, and mom cuts it.  End of story.

Turns out that Nebraska is a little far away for my mom to be coming out here to cut my hair.  Turns out I have two children now who like to twirl and twist my hair.  And so I knew it needed to be cut.  I kept thinking I would go get it done, you know, somewhere like Great Clips.

Then, a week and a half ago on that windy Wednesday, I sat looking at the dead ends in despair.  The next thing I knew, chop chop went the scissors and I was looking at eight inches of my hair, sitting in my hand.  Not much to do but finish the job at that point. Then a week and a day later, this past Thursday, I tried to even it out. (The left side was a full two inches longer.  Oops.)  Now I don't even know what it looks like, and I'm almost past caring. Almost.  Contact me in a week to see if I've cut off another two inches.

Hair grows back, right?

10 comments:

  1. OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! AMY!!!!!!!! You chopped your hair?!?!?!?!?! But your LOVE your hair long! You think it's the only way you look good! (even though it's not!) I think you'd better let someone at a salon even it out for you before you and Devin have matching hair cuts! (don't cut off any more!!!!)
    And, just so you know, I'd think you were beautiful even if you were bald. (I think). lol
    Love you!!!
    btw, I'm working on getting in to get my hair changed up too... now you have me a little freaked out... and laughing.

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  2. ... always the mom's fault ...

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  3. That's gutsy Ames. I wonder if I could ever take a scissor to my own hair. I think I'd be more likely to let Nick do it than to try it myself. Nice job. And I must say that from what I've seen of it, you look fantastic, darling.

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  4. love you. such a logical decision to just cut it yourself.

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  5. Yes, Ames, it absolutely grows back. Take it from someone who frequently goes from long to short to long again.

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  6. Hahaha this makes me laugh because Ken has had to come in the bathroom before and help me "put the scissors down, Kristen, just put them down!" But you did a great job! I've only hacked my bangs and front layers before...never been brave enough to do the whole thing!

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  7. Hair does indeed grow back! :)

    Jill is an aspiring amateur photographer as well.

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  8. it is longer than i thought it would be with 10 inches gone. testament to how long it really was. ive never cut my own hair, i dont think. i always made my mom do it, or paid someone to do it. i had Bre (Debby's daughter) cut my bangs the other day. i have swoop bangs now. or something of the like. i feel fancy!

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  9. Ten inches! Wow! You are a brave woman! Well, more like a mad woman! It does look cute though, and do put the scissors down!

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  10. I plan on chopping a couple inches off in the next day or two. I'll probably have someone else do it, however. My attempts to cut my own hair in the past have not been very successful

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