Feeling Bouncy

Change is in the air. Today I cut my hair the shortest it's ever been. Ever. Look!

(Thanks to Dri for the pictures.)

So short! So curly! So bouncy! I think I can even rightfully claim, so cute! It's hard to get used to the feel of hair brushing against the back of my neck, of air moving along the tops of my shoulders. It doesn't even all go up into a ponytail (though the back does). Two ponytails would probably work (and look even cuter).

I've been thinking about this bold and daring move (well, bold and daring for me, the queen of the never-changing hairstyle) for the last couple weeks. There was much to recommend a change: for one thing, half my hair (no joke) has fallen out since I gave birth to Isaac (an irritating, but fortunately, temporary side-effect of pregnancy) and what was left was getting simultaneously limp and frizzy; for another, the baby has been grabbing my hair, and long hair is an easier target than short so I was always putting it up anyway; for yet another, it was just damn well time for things to get shaken up a little in my own personal style (stay tuned...next week I will probably get new glasses...I'm on fi-yah!).

Now mind you, I'm still a fan of long hair, and I intend to grow it back out. But a change is good. I feel all excited and bouncy. I can use a little fun.

(Huh. Did anyone notice that I'm wearing the same shirt in both hair pictures? Coincidence? Or is there some deeper meaning here? Beats me.)