Ok, so we can't all look like Kathrine Heigl, but let me tell you, our hair can! Or...can't. Whatever.
Unless you don't pay attention to FB, or you're lying under a rock hungover, you should know by now that I cut my hair.
I know, I know, people cut their hair all the time. But...not when you're MAIJA FREAKIN LUKIN, they don't! I am my hair. I am so not that India Arie song...I AM MY HAIR. And I loved it.
But it didn't love me back. So, like all things that don't have any use for me (dogs included) I got rid of it. My husband, shoot, most people in fact, haven't seen me with short hair.
I got a wild hair (pun intended) and decided that it was time to snip away. I have a thick head of hair...I don't like to fix it, or mess with it. Shoot, my hair is lucky to see the broad side of some conditioner most days. I figured a "Katherine Heigl from 27 dresses" look would do for me. Besides, she's got a rounder face, and it works for her! Why couldn't it work for me?!
So, I printed out the photo above, and Rita took me to Country Cutts in Palmer. I met a nice gal with some wicked cool tattos, and she said she'd LOVE TO CUT MY HAIR OFF.
I asked her if it was long enough to donate to Locks of Love and she laughed. I thought..."Oh crap, its not long enough!" But...she was laughing because of how much I wanted cut off. Not a normal daily happening around Palmer I guess.
I am happy to report, that I did NOT cry. I just cringed when she took away my orangy veil of goodness. Seriously folks, I could FEEL it being cut off my body, it was THAT dramatic. Shoot, I even busted out in hives.
My nice tattoed hair thief cut my beloved pony tail off, she asked if I had been experiencing headaches, and neck pain. I said, "Of course I have headaches, but I think I'm allergic to my job. Oh and I have four kids, two dogs, and 12 ducks..."
After busting out laughing, she told me that my hair was so thick and heavy, that she's surprised I hadn't gotten it cut before. But, remember...I AM MY HAIR. That's how people know me. Long hair, purple-ish glasses...real cool. yeah, that's me.
Man...maybe I'll even change my glasses now. I know Saima will be thrilled. She's been trying to get me to get rid of my $8.00 glasses FOREVER. Yes, I said eight bucks. Lenses included. Cause I'm a cool, thrify shopper like that.
Anyway. So, miraculously, I don't look like Katherine Heigl, and the hair thief cut off about 4 inches more than I thought was right, and my hives are still around. But, you know what?
I like it. And so does my husband, so I'm OK with that!