Letting Go

I have had long hair for most of my life. When I was five years old it was down to my rear end, I got gum in it, it was always a mess and my pet Raccoon Racky used to sneak into my room at night and pull it, so my Mom cut it very short. Then no one could tell if I was a girl or a boy.


I used to spend hours blow drying and curling it when I was a teenager. And then in 8th grade I had a home perm go wrong and I walked three miles each way in the blazing sun and spent my allowance having all my hair cut off. That was also the year that I only wore Grey, Black and Red and loved RATT. Short hair worked for me.

Nice mustache DAD!

The summer before my senior year, I worked outside painting gas meters for Greeley Gas. My long hair was miserable in the Colorado heat, so I cut it into a cute little bob.

What is with these wings? me and Bobbi look like we are about to take off!

I snagged myself a husband with my long blonde hair, my winning personality, my beer drinking abilities and my good birthing hips suitable for producing an heir.


Then I had a couple kids and my hair went curly on me. I tried to embrace my natural brown hair color and then I got highlights earlier this year. NOTE: if you can't make it to the salon every 6-8 weeks, don't get highlights....they look like poop when they grown out. And so here is what I looked like on Saturday right before I left for the salon.


I decided that it was finally time to let go of my long hair. It was no longer working for me and I always looked a mess. I have this vision of the person that I want to be. The Mom and Wife that I want to be and the long messy hair didn't fit the picture in my head.

This is more like it!