[I'm trying to do 31 new things in my 31st year. is the full list of what I'm doing, with linked updates.]
When I was about 7, I cut my own hair. I had bangs and a pageboy, and I hated it, so I took matters into my own hands. When I got in trouble almost immediately after, I thought fast and blamed my best friend, thinking I’d be off the hook and my mom would never call her mom. I was so wrong. Megan got in trouble, and I’m fairly sure she never really forgave me [and neither did my mom].
In the last five years or so, I’ve repeated this home haircut – I get annoyed with how my hair is behaving, and I cut it. And then I regret it. The only salon haircut I’ve had since 2006 was from a hair modeling gig I did, where the cut turned out a little bit like this. For the most part, though, my hairstyles for the past five years has been cycling through these two moods [ragecomic via the lovely Redditor MizGinger].
However, since March, I’ve mostly left it alone. This is where I am now:
I’m planning on posting an occasional update photo so you can see how well I’m doing with this goal. Maybe if I’m feeling fancy, I’ll make an animated gif. Fun times!
[Yeah, that's right. I put a silly Photo Booth picture on my blog. Sans makeup. So what? I'm not currently dating a professional photographer. Sue me.]