Bea's Hair

This is old news for my facebook friends, but for my blog readers, here's something that happened recently. Bea's hair had become a monstrosity. It had a life of its own and would not be tamed. I had taken to calling her Tatterhood because she was generally disheveled and impossibly scruffy looking. I mean, look:

I did not add a vignette effect to this; The light naturally comes in that way.

It was starting to dread up and had inevitable foodstuff at all times lodged in it. De-tangling it was a long and screamful process that left us mad at each other for extended periods. So it just had to go. She was ok with it, surprisingly. I made the mistake of letting her see Tangled when she was 2 and she's wanted butt length hair since then. But lately she's been begging for an "Amby haircut."

This is what she got:

One of the best decisions of my life.

Tempted

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This happens every year or so for me. I get the sudden urge to get rid of basically all my hair. At this point it's between chin and shoulder length in a surprisingly versatile bob. I can do all kinds of things and I rarely have a bad hair day. My only reason to cut it would be my preference for shorter hair.

I like long hair. It is pretty and you can do braid crowns and top knots, curl it, straighten it, do one of those faux bobs. 

But it never works out for me. For other girls, having long hair is like having two arms, but for me it's like having three. Once I finally get to a "good" length, I feel limited and less confident. 

In the past, when I've gotten the urge, my hair has disappeared within a week. Right now, I can't decide...