chopped.

I did it. Just a few minutes ago, in my daughter's bathroom with a pair of kitchen scissors. I'm probably going to need professional intervention to fix what I've done, but I got it into my head that I had to do it today, and I had to do it myself.

Strangely, I'm not horrified. Maybe it hasn't hit me yet. Right now, I'm happy, and I feel free. And my curls feel bouncier already.

My mom is gonna have palpitations the next time she sees me.

I hope K doesn't hate it!



P.S. What you don't see in this picture is the little rugrat, known around here as Miss M, grabbing onto my legs and nearly tripping me over. But she was there, and that's what she was doing. I don't think she noticed my haircut, by the way. I could have shaved my head, for all she cared, as long as snack time was on schedule. :)