In my mind I saw a long bob. You know...shorter in the back so I can keep the blunt cut and when I lean forward...it's a clean line.
There was a hiccup in the flow.
While "fixing" the hiccup...my hair got shorter.
And shorter.
And shorter.
I now have a blunt cut all the way around about an inch past shoulder.
Hair grows.
Hair grows.
Hair grows.
It's my own damn fault for being too busy to visit my regular stylist.
Hair grows.
Hair grows.
Hair grows.
It's summer and it's better to have shorter hair anyway when it's hot right?
Hair grows.
It takes less time to dry.
Hair grows.
I won't have to worry about...um...erra...hmmm...protecting my ends too much right?
Hair grows.
I've convinced myself it's fine on the eve of my first film making it's big screen debut.
That.
Is.
All.
Did I convince YOU?
Hair grows.
