That's how much I cut off my hair this week. Ten whole inches. I'd been growing it out so that I could make a donation to Locks of Love, and I am very glad that it was finally long enough. I had had enough of drowning in my hair.
I go through this cycle every five years or so, where I'll grow my hair long and then lop it all off. This time I decided to cut it all off for a purpose.
There have been some disasters of short hair cuts in the past. My hair isn't straight, but it isn't curly either - it's more lumpy than anything - and it's hard to predict what will happen when I cut it short.
Here I am with long hair.
Here are the two pony tails. I have pretty thick hair, so my hairdresser was able to divide it into two big chunks. Everyone in the shop gathered around when she pulled out the scissors and did the cutting. I closed my eyes.
And here I am with very, very short hair. I love it, even if my face does look like a big round moon pie these days. I think all the weight I've gained has gone straight to my cheeks.
The reviews from other people have been mixed, though. My husband HATES it. Of course, if he had his way, I'd have hair down to my rear end. What is it with men and long hair? The girls keep asking when and if my hair is going to grow back. Campbell is oblivious.
My friends have been kinder. They all say it looks great, and maybe they are lying to me, but I don't care. I'll take the positive comments where I can get them.