I’ve been thinking for quite some time to donate. That is…donate my hair. A few years ago, I donated my hair and LOVED it. Let’s take a bit of a flash back for a moment.
I went the traditional bob route that was simple, basic, and classic.
I loved it.
It was a great change from the long hair that had no character. This time around, the end result was a bit different. This is what I started with…
Here I am, waiting in the the salon for my stylist, named Ryan by the way, to come get me and take 10 inches of hair off of my head. I went in with a picture of a cute, but edgy bob that had long bangs that could be curled and be whispy.
Well….that’s not what happened…take a look.
…and…
Does this look like a bob to you?
Nope. Sure doesn’t.
Well, I had a moment…okay, okay…an entire hour where I was on the phone with my mother, father, and sister bawling my eyes out because it was not cut the way I wanted it to be cut.
Then, of course, I finally smacked my face, looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I was crying over something super silly. There was no point in making such a fuss over something so simple and something that will grow back.
So, I hopped into the shower so that I had the opportunity to fix my hair myself. Once I was done with that I strutted myself into work and rocked it. With a little bit of encouragement from “Mama Lynn” and my family, I rocked it. It was my only choice and I have finally decided that I like it.
I like my haircut.
I has taken a couple of days, but I can now confidently say that I like my haircut. It is a little bit on the rocker style and it is most certainly sassy, but cute all the same.
I’m going to say it one more time, 10 inches down and I now like my haircut.






















