The following is what was shorn off my head today, and I barely look any different. My hair grows like weeds. Shampoo-scented scarlet weeds. I've got the better part of a grocery sack filled with cut locks.
Today, I had my first haircut since May, before I left Indiana. God, I looked like a sheepdog I needed a trim so badly, and I'd grown out so much of my hair there was a massive Cousin It-like pile on the floor after we'd finished. Please notice my lovely hardwood floor. :)
So, I look a bit like this now--not entirely diametrically opposed to how I previously looked, but every stylist is different. The front part of my hair has gotten really long. I've sported an a-line bob for years now, and the angle constantly changes, but I think this is the longest I've ever grown the portions that frame my face.
Cut by Kacey of Gene Juarez Salons, though she did it in my apartment. Punk rock.
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Had a very important interview this morning for a cushy job. Pray my luck changes and I score it. Very fatigued with being unemployed.