The last couple of times I’ve gotten a haircut (all of them, at that), it was prompted by seeing photos by others of my massive hair. Observe:
My hair in this state actually looked alright from the front, it was when I saw this pic that I noticed how shaggy it was getting from the sides and back. Man, talk about hairzilla, huh? I thought my hair was gonna eat me alive at that point.
So then, shortly before leaving for E3, I got it chopped and thinned:
again, by Jonas at Nicole’s birthday dinner
Ahh, nice and streamlined, and fuschia highlights around the face (more visible here).
Next up, same thing:
Taken by Stewart at a SFlickr meet
Starting to get a little shaggy ’round the sides. Didn’t let this one go as long as the previous incident. The crummy thing about having short hair is having to get it cut so often.
A week after that, I chopped it off again:
Pretty straight-forward cut. Kinda boring, cut pretty much straight all the way across, with a bit of layering to help the bulk. It didn’t really grow out too well.
So here is the most recent incident:
Yeah, totally outta control here. Flipping out underneath, totally bulky, scraggly and poofy. Definitely not flattering, and overwhelmed my face. As soon as I saw these pics, I picked up the phone and found a new place in SF to get my hairs cut.
So, here it is now!
I’m totally enamoured with my new stylist and new haircut. She thinned out the big bulk of hair that I am cursed with, gave me these long bangs, and gave me this cut that I can even wash and go if I wanted to, cos it actually looks great messy!
End vain girly cats-and-sandwiches type blog post.