A couple years ago I thought it would be fun to grow my hair out. I have always had very short hair and while my husband seemed to dig me, I knew he wanted it longer. Because I am such a loving wife (and was kind of bored with it myself) I spent two. long. years. growing it out.
Instead of making me feel all feminine and pretty, my curly, long hair made me feel like a big old frumpity-dump. I didn't feel like myself. Plus, I hated nothing more than finding long hairs all over the house, in my purse, my car, on my clothes. And the grossness that was my bathroom after a blow dry? I won't even talk about that.
When I told my husband I had scheduled a hair appointment, he made one request, which really threw me. Because I don't think anyone has ever really had a say in my hairstyle decisions since I was 10 and I got the Dorthy Hamill 'do. Not to mention the fact that I got married when I was 34, and that just ain't the way I roll. But I "listened" to his suggestions.
Tom asked me to have Ginger cut my hair so that I had "a few whispies" along the side and back. I didn't get what he was trying to explain to me. So the man DREW me a picture. Of how I should cut my hair. I thought it was a cute thing to do and very, very funny.
I arrived at my appointment without the picture but I shared the story with Ginger. When I laughingly told her about the "whispies", she said (and I quote) "Yes! Exactly! I was thinking whispies too!". So apparently Tom should join forces with Tim Gunn and help women everywhere look more beautiful.
And because some people won't shut up about it, here are my before and after pictures.
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