Another hair-brained plan.

I have a sudden compulsion to cut my hair short like this. That was me seven years ago, and the only reason my hair was so short then was because I had two bad haircuts in a row and had to do something to fix it. As it was too many different lengths to salvage, I had a woman at the Supercuts in the mall sic the clippers on me. It was February, and cold, and as soon as I walked outside I regretted the decision. The cut grew on me, though, after I stopped waging war against my natural texture.

I have no real reason for wanting to cut my hair right now other than the fact that I'm bored with it, it takes too long to dry, and because it's so curly it never appears to grow - it just gets bushier.

My intent was to leave it in its current state until it grew out to a favorable length...whatever that be. Truth is, I really don't know how long my hair is. I last straightened it when I was pregnant and at the time (for obvious reasons) I didn't do that great of a job at it. I know I can pull it all back into a messy bun if it starts getting in my eyes, and that it's long enough for Roland to wrap his sticky little baby fingers around to pull on.

Yesterday, a little voice in my head told me that today as soon as Scott left for work and the baby was down for his nap to hook up the Flowbee and cut it all down to an inch long. I still have that nagging, twitching feeling to do so.

Scott probably wouldn't appreciate the action very much, so, I don't know if I'll actually do it. Maybe I'll try one more time to let a "professional" do something with it before I go at it myself. I just want to do some maintenance before it starts to turn into dreadlocks.