So Thursday morning, I woke up with dark brown hair to my waist.
I kissed my husband good-bye and drove to Bangor to pick up my grandmother. Because she likes to be my wingman when there’s a chance of me doing something dumb.
A few hours later, nearly two feet of hair shorter, and after instigation encouragement from two hair dressers, and older female customer, and my 80 year old grandmother, I walked out looking like this:
Change is good. 🙂