Snip, Snip

No, Scott didn't get a vasectomy. It wasn't that kind of snip. Since I had Twyla, my hairclip has been a nearly inseparable part of my identity. My hair was getting really long. And my baby was, unfortunately, born with rubberized fingers that were somehow magnetized by that long stuff growing out of Mom's head. So I resigned myself to frumpdom until she figured out that I do enough pulling out of my own hair for her to not have to worry about it.

But then I decided to wear my hair down the other day when Azzie and I took all our kids to the fair. Just for kicks. And while I sat nursing Twyla on a bench, listening to the pigs squealing like they were practicing for the slaughterhouse, something became illuminated- my hair. The sun was shining full force on my long locks, which made it painfully obvious that it looked like total ass. That shit was fried! I guess that's what happens when you go 9 months without a real haircut.

So I decided that it was time for a drastic change.


But obviously it doesn't look very drastic because not a single person mentioned it at church today. Probably because with a clip in it every single day, it could be any length at all, and no one would be able to tell. Oh, well. I love it. It feels so much lighter and healthy. I even hennaed it last night, so it feels super soft, and looks great in the sun. Much unlike it did the other day!