Last Friday, I decided to chop all my hair off. Like. OFF. Okay, maybe not buzzed off, and maybe not pixie-cut off, but it’s gone.

My usual routine is to grow my hair long past my shoulders for a couple years before chopping it short to chin-length. It’s always hard for me to do – I grew up with LOOOONG hair. Think down to your butt-crack long. I remember when I first had my hair all chopped off – I was maybe in Grade 5 – it was the weirdest feeling.

Ever since then, I haven’t cut it drastically, except for a couple occasions. Long hair as always seemed like a security blanket for me. I feel more feminine in a way, but with my short hair, I feel more grown-up. As my grandma said, “I don’t look like a teeny-bopper.” lol

When I went to the hair dresser’s, I just told her girl, “I want it chopped off.” And so she did; It took an hour and I thought I was going to be late for work. The end result, however, was pleasing:

Okay, that wasn’t taken on the day of the chop, but you get the idea, right? Short! The girl used sooo much product in my hair that it felt nasty. (I only ever use hair spray) Now that I’ve styled it myself, it feels better. I get a couple weird cow-licky things that I don’t know how to fix, but I’ll figure it out. Flat iron when I have the money maybe?

So what’s the boldest thing you ever got did to yerr herr?

And now, if you haven’t watched this video before,  you probably should, because if your sense of humour is anything like mine, you’ll find it hilarious. (Yes, I have frat-boy humour, amongst other types.)

Happy Thursday! :)