it was the big day

…and I’m not quite sure what I was expecting, but maybe a little choreographed song and dance wouldn’t have been bad.  I mean, I was cutting off all my hair after all, doesn’t that deserve at least a portion of Handel’s Messiah or at least Aretha Franklin’s RESPECT?  I guess not.  The whole process didn’t even illicit a lone tear. (Nor did my stylist run around with my braids screaming like a comanche!)  I have been ready to chop for a while, so I guess I was a little too prepared for the shock and awe planned for my head.  But despite the lack of song and dance in the salon, I certainly did a jig when I got home and saw just how lovely my new locks were.  I LOVE my short hair!

{photos courtesy of my sis}

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