Farewell Ponytail

Do you ever find yourself wanting a haircut? I mean really wanting a haircut. Pining, perhaps. I'd been considering cutting my hair for some time but apparently Monday was the day. I refused to return to the apartment with my ponytail. After numerous phone calls and a "worst case" appointment set for later in the week, I found a salon by campus that was ready and willing to accept a walk-in on a Monday.

The stylist was cheery and creative. I gave her free reign to cut as she'd like- I suppose that was a bit impulsive but I didn't know what I want more specifically than a haircut. For the record, since I graduated college my hair has been down my back.

Before then it looked like this:

I made it 3 years without cutting it all off which is pretty much amazing. I kept some of the length since Peter prefers it, but I did go above the shoulders. Apparently, I am now sporting an angled bob; I kind of love it.