I never did like my forehead that much anyway...

I've had long, long hair for an even longer time. Heavy, hanging, a curtain to the world - it's always been a part of me. I've nailed down a routine where I get it trimmed once every three months and occasionally curl it when I find the time. But otherwise I leave it as it is: long, lanky, unlayered, and kind of insane.

Lately it's been getting on my nerves. For one, I'm sick of finding long hairs in my food, in my bed, on my clothes, and worse, on other people's belongings. For another, living in Canada for 5/7ths of my life has reduced the ends of my hair to a pathetic and tangled state. So today, as I walked over to my salon for my usual trim appointment, I made the decision to go for more than just a trim.

Long hair - it can drive a girl crazy!

I am usually a giant wimp when it comes to haircuts and change in general. I quietly ask for one inch to be cut off and sit there crying silently when I see my locks fall to the ground. Also I've always sort of hated bangs on people, lol, for no rational reason. But today I quite contentedly plopped down, flipped my hair out from under my jacket, and told my stylist that I wanted four inches off, lots of layers, and oh, a fringe bang, if you will.

I am quite digging my new haircut, especially the fact that I can either leave it hanging as a fringe or push it aside for a more side-swept look. It makes me feel edgier and more put-together and I don't miss the old mop of hair I used to tote around with me everywhere I went. In these pictures I am not wearing makeup but I imagine it'll go well with some black eyeliner and mascara action for a very "city" look.