It's gone, all gone!!

It finally happened. I had a moment of random testicular fortitude & let go of the hair. Lots of it. Lots and lots of it.

My husband's reaction was typically sweet & vague. "As long as you like it, that's what matters". You know, the kind of perfectly nice comment that tells you he doesn't like it but he won't ever flat-out say it b/c he loves you & doesn't want to hurt your feelings. He gets points for loving me that much. He is also the only person who has my permission to make a lot of lesbian jokes at my expense, to my face. Everyone else gets one or two; he gets an unlimited supply.

My own kiddo was downright mean about the change in my appearance. I would never say this to her, but her reaction was very reminiscent of her bio-dad's reaction to a haircut I got while pregnant with her. I don't think what she said came from anger and I know she wasn't trying to purposely hurt my feelings, but she did.

None of my friends have seen it in person yet. The picture I posted online wasn't the greatest representation of the cut but it drew a pretty wide variety of comments.

I was feeling a lot of apprehension to begin with. Now, despite the product gooped in my hair & the wind knocking it around a bit, I've decided I like it. It's comfortable. I really think once I've had a chance to play with it sans goop and with a straight iron, it's going to be a good style for me. When you choose such a short cut, you run the risk of looking either too matronly or too butch. Since I like wear my husband's hoody most days, I tend to lean more on the butch side. What I was going for was fun & functional. Time will tell if I hit the mark.