See example: a picture from pretty early on in this blog's life. Long-ish hair.
But I'll be honest - for the past couple months, I have not been thrilled with my hair, It had just gotten way too long, to the point that it didn't have any actual style. I would blow it dry and straighten it and it would look great for a little while, but it soon fell very flat and looked limp. Plus, it was hard to do anything with it. My standard side ponytail was absurdly long, to the point that it interfered with my nametag if I wore it that way for work. The sock bun, one of my favorite things now, was even getting difficult because between my layers and the length, it was almost impossible to get all the pieces into the bun. The point is - I was ready for a change. I was ready to have her chop off a few inches.
I was not ready for what happened.
I love my stylist still, and by no means would I say I got a bad haircut. It's a great haircut, it's just not what I thought I had described. It seems she and I had a different vision of the kind of change I wanted. Hers was a bit more extreme. As in... my standard side ponytail? Not possible right now. The sock bun? I haven't tried it yet, but considering the size of my wee little ponytail, I'm not thinking it will work. I said goodbye to a lot of hair today, and while I was ready to say goodbye to some, I'm not sure I was ready for everything that was chopped.
As my mom gently reminded me throughout the day - it's just a haircut. The hair will grow back. And my hair tends to grow very quickly, so I know it will grow back. And it is a cute haircut... but I keep going back and forth between liking it and then wanting to cry and go back and get extensions. If I had to decide right this second, I would go with a slight panic attack, especially since I made the poor choice of Googling "how fast does hair grow" and learned that it could take a year for me to get back all that was cut off. So right now I am feeling a little overwhelmed. Let's see how I feel tomorrow.