I still hate my short hair. I mean no disrespect to my very awesome hair stylist or my dear husband who suggested it, but rockin' a pixie is just not what I can do.
I've made this mistake twice in my life, and this time was hopefully my last. Every day, I talk to my mop, begging it to please grow more quickly so that I can have my long locks back. I miss tying up a pony tail. I miss letting it down. I miss it framing my face or swooping down over my forehead. I won't get to wear a big, thick braid this Autumn, although--to be fair--I should admit that I've never done one in the past. But still. Long hair means I could have one if I wanted to, right?
I'm limited. Limited with length. Limited with options. Oh, grow, baby, grow!!
