Addicted to Short Hair

My sister once told me that once she got her first tattoo, she immediately wanted another. She got a second one, and then still wanted another. That's very much how I feel about short hair. Once I got my hair cut short, I immediately wanted it shorter. And shorter. And now I feel like I've finally gotten to the point where I've found the perfect (very short) length.

Here was my inspiration pic:


Emma Watson

And here's the shorty-short haircut on me:

And I love it! I think this is the shortest I really need to or want to go.

I guess I'm doing the opposite of most brides to be... most of them grow their hair out long before their wedding. I've just been going shorter and shorter!

In other news, I'm moving this coming weekend (so the house is full of boxes). It really makes me want to get rid of all of the (heavy) things I own that I don't need!

Hair-Brained

You know what I'm now addicted to? Short hair! I got my hair chopped again on Thursday, and man it feels good. Although, I kind-of look like a 12-year-old boy. When I got it done, the woman blow dried it and then straightened it (which I've never ever had done before), and it looked nice-ish then. Now, that I'm the one "doing" it (which, for me, means washing it and then brushing it and letting it dry and then maybe brushing it again), I look a bit like a small child. I'm afraid I may get carded the next time I try to go to a Rated R movie (I'll have to tell you about the last time that happened to me some other time), and I'm afraid Chris may get arrested for courting a minor...

It's funny because I used to be pretty concerned with having really long hair (end of high school into college). I remember trying to will it to grow. Back then, I thought that maybe it meant something to have long hair. But, you know what? Hair is hair: It means nothing. So why not try new things?

Here's how long my hair used to be:


Please also note Chris's long hair...



And so, here are the pics of me with my new short hair, as the hairdresser-lady did it:

Me giving you my best "Blue Steel" look...

Hello, you an call me Posh Spice.

Anyways, now my hair is still a bit traumatized from being straightened, so it's not quite doing it's normal puffy foofy thing it does, and I'm quite perplexed.

Internet, meet twelve-year-old boy Ryan:

And I know you're all wondering what ever happened to Sean from Boy Meets World... Well, at the very least, I can tell you were his hair went:

Nobody understands me and my 90's boy haircut...

So, despite my self-deprecating twelve-year-old boy jokes, I'm pretty happy with my short hair. It feels nice... and that means something.



Bunnies and Hairs

So, you know what I like? Bunnies!

Why hello. I'm a cute little bunny...



Airplane ears...



Oh! What's up there?

Now, I'm hoping that, by now, you are wondering what sort of medium these cute little buns are coming to you on. The answer is much better than Ink-On-Paper or Charcoal-on-Canvas. The answer is this: My-New-Bunny-Shirt:

I saw this in a store, and before I knew what I was doing, I was hopping up to the counter to check out. I may have also had a cocktail before I bought it... And I shall wear it muchly! I actually think it's quite classy.



Bunny and Bunny Shirt

You know what I don't like? My new haircut (and no, I'm not going to show you pictures). Today, I decided I would go get a new haircut for our CD Release Show (which is this coming weekend), but I was stupid and cheaped-out and went to Hair Cuttery. Now, I'm still trying to figure out if I look more like Mrs. Brady or Bobby Brady. I cried for like two hours after I got home. So, I must now find time during this insanely busy week to get my hair re-cut (and, hopefully, fixed).

Oy. Maybe I should just wear my bunny shirt around my head like a turban.