I need a haircut. For reals. I haven’t gotten one since just before my friend Aimee’s wedding in November of 2011.
I bring it up from time to time and am all “Hmmm, I should really got a haircut. It’s been awhile.” But it hasn’t been until this week that I feel like I need one. It’s just getting in my way all day long.
The worst is in bed. One of the occupants of whatever bed I’m sleeping in inevitably rolls over and pulls my hair in the process (keep your head out of the gutter, people. I play musical beds with my kids all week long).
There’s also the fact that my new easy breezy go-to is clipping it up on top of my head as soon as I wake up and not thinking about it again. There are usually wild strands hanging everywhere and it sometimes slips into a sideways 80s look unbeknownst to me. My 6 year old has compared me to Medusa.
Honestly, it’s not that terrible. But I’m definitely in a rut. I need something new and Karlie Kloss is calling to me.