New year, new look

It is my, GULP, 35th birthday today. For some reason the "milestone' birthday's have begun to bother me. (i.e. 30 & 35) I decided a few weeks ago when it took me over 45 minutes to blow dry and straighten my hair that I need a new do. My hairdresser has evening hours on Wednesdays so I thought that was a sign that I was meant to have a new do for my debut on my birthday. I told her that she can have total control over my hair. If she wanted to color it black and give me a pixie cut, I was all for it.

I sat down in her chair last night at 5:30. She asked me if I was sure that I wanted to turn control over to her. I said yes. She immediately gathers all my hair in her hand and proceeds to cut 4-5 inches off. GULP! What did I get myself into? She said that she cut it off this way she wouldn't have to bother color/highlighting it. That makes sense. It was about 6:45 until she got all the color on. She then swept up that pile of hair. She then gave me an actual cut with texture and then she thinned it out. That was another huge pile of hair. It was after 8:00 until I got out of her chair. I like my new cut/style, and it reminds me of "The Rachel" haircut that was all the rage several years ago. The older two boys that my haircut was "cool" (Darren) and "cute" (Nathan).