My friend, Casey, and I found out we were pregnant just weeks apart. Her first question to me was:
"You're not gonna cut your hair, are you?"
I assured her that I was not. She had seen too many friends trade their long, silky locks for the kid-friendly "Mommy-Do" and she did not want me to be next. No worries, Case. I love my hair.
Except that after Kaden was born, I didn't.
All of a sudden, I had a newborn demanding my attention at all times. I couldn't shower at my leisure anymore. If I did get to wash my hair, I barely had time to dry it - forget about the straightener or anything else. The messy bun became my go-to look, everyday. Now Kaden is three months old and he's starting to grab things. Dangling toys, glasses, and, yes, hair. I was just done with it. It was too long, too thin, too annoying. It had to go.
I have never had my hair cut in a salon ever. I don't color my hair, I don't get it styled, and until recently, I didn't even know where a salon was located. I was driving to Costco the other day though and I passed Moxie on Main Street. The phone number was on the sign, so I grabbed my cell, dialed, and scheduled an appointment. Casey my friend, the deed has been done. And it's not awful, it's adorable. :)
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