Before
I’m not sure if words can describe how overdue I was for a hair cut. Good thing I have a picture to explain for me, huh?
It got so bad my kids tried to help. While it might have been considered an improvement, their version of a new look for mommy wasn’t quite what I was hoping for. The world just isn’t quite ready for that level of coolness.

And so it was that Thursday night for me at the doorstep of Trisha Simon. In my old age I have learned a few things, and one of those all-important, life-changing lessons is
HAIR GROWS.
So I meekly, awkwardly asked Trisha to give me whatever cut she thought would look best. (Come to find out, that’s not uncommon for people to ask.) I’ve been watching her handywork at church and I’ve been impressed. She does a great job and I knew I could trust her. I wanted something new, something different, something cute, and preferably something that would look okay with very little effort. FOUR, you know.
And hip hip hooray, callooo calay, that’s what I got!
“After” post coming soon.
(Oh, aren’t I so mean?)




Yes. Yes, you are. C’mon already!
You are horrible! How am I supposed to head to Nat’s in a hour without seeing your final product. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
On a positive note – I can’t wait.
I may just have to check your blog at my Mom’s today.
You are hilarious. . . and a little bit mean. But seriously, I love reading your blog because you have such a good way with words and a great sense of humor. I hope you don’t mind that I am a follower. I’m excited to see the end result.
Hopefully you “chortled in [your] joy” It looks really cute. Wes didn’t recognize me either when I donated my hair. I hate to say it, but it was sort of funny the confused expression on his face. It’s nice to have a friend who cuts hair, too.