Oh the frustrations

I was getting tired of my hair, so I've been dying to get it cut. I actually decided that I wanted it cut like Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama. So, on Sunday afternoon, I ventured out to chop off my hair.

In order to aid the hair dresser, I even brought in the picture. Well, the lady ended up cutting it super short. Think a little shorter than Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, but without the cuteness.

Before I left, the lady did a pretty good job of making it look good (once I got used to how short it was). I watched her very carefully, and she showed me what she was doing & how she was doing it. I thought it would be really easy to do and maintain. However, easier thought than done. I can't get it to go back the way the lady did it to save my life. Why does that always happen. Unfortunately, it's so short, I can't even pull the front of my hair back out of my eyes. Did she really have to cut off that extra inch? Oh well. It'll grow. It may be Christmas before I can pull my hair up on the sides, but it will get there. Slowly but surely.