A few days after my brother got home from his mission we went to my Mama’s hair stylist and got our hair cut. If you don’t remember, we decided to only trim our hair the two years he was gone so that we could cut it and donate it when he got back.
The poor kid had a hard time getting through my thick hair. We probably should have put it in two pony tales for him, but oh well. Lessons learned I guess. We waited to cut our hair until after we did family pictures because I didn’t want to hate it and not like any of the pictures.
I ended up donating about 14 inches! I was a nervous wreck going into the appointment, but walked out loving my new look. Not to mention it is something fun that my brother and I got to share. Those of you that follow me on Facebook have already seen this video, but I’m going to post it anyway. For those of you that haven’t.
I’m really happy I was able to cross this item off my bucket list! It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but have been to scared, because I didn’t think I would like myself with short hair. Turns out I actually love it! Who knew.