Unnecessary hair post.

Deciding whether or not to grow my hair out is one of those constant, deep seated, life altering questions. I get hair envy quite easily. If you have long, thick, shiny hair, I want to be you. But I've been gifted with thin, dirty blonde hair that cooperates with whatever I ask it to do...on most days. I shouldn't complain.

I have an awesome hair stylist. I don't know how she does it, but I can sit down in her chair, and say "um...shorter, with a little angle in the back?" And she knows exactly what I want. She's a mind reader, that one. Im starting to think that maybe I should just give her free reign to do whatever she thinks is best. The woman can do no wrong.

Here's the after, people:

What can I say? I'm in love! As much I struggle with whether or not I should try to grow it out, it's hard to deny how much I feel like myself after sitting in Ashley's chair for an hour.