Melanie's new hair cut.....what an ordeal!

So....a few months ago I decided that it was time for the hair to come off. As a mother of three kids (one being a new born who has incredible grip...if you know what I mean) I was just plain tired of it. It was too thick and too long. I had to use two hair bands to hold it when I worked out and it would still fall out, when I sat down at the couch my head would yank backwards and I felt like I lived back in the 1800's because I would have to braid it every night to keep it from tangling up into a huge mess of knots. So....the decision was made and I had to tell Rob (who of course was soooooooooo sad). That is when the mourning began. I actually straightened it and kept it down quite a bit in the following weeks (you see, I wanted to wait until we actually went down to Utah for a visit so my sister could cut it) so Rob could enjoy seeing it a few more times that way. He also had a hard time keep his hands out of it (a bit like a cave man) and finally asked me if he could take a picture of it before I cut it just so he could remember it (it was actually longer than I have EVER had it). I found that suggestion so incredible humorous and was a little embarassed posing for them but let him do it anyway. I thought it would be funny to do a before and after picture and post it so that everyone could enjoy a good laugh with me.

Before

After

I know what you are thinking? Did she really cut it?

Now....as it turns out, I only ended up taking of three or four inches in the length (although there were times I made Rob think that I was cutting 11 inches off for locks of love. No wonder he was scared!) but took out a considerable amount by thinning and adding a bunch of layers. So....in the end, there was no need for mourning. Rob is still satisfied with it (he continues to drag me around the house) and I am a lot happier with it. Now seriously......what was all the fuss about?