Last Wednesday I got a new haircut. I’d been considering a new ‘do for a while, but I was paranoid of The Chop because I always regret it. Always.

Last time I cut my hair (other than a trim) was four years ago. I cut it to my shoulders, hated it, and swore I’d never cut it again (that may have been the fifth or sixth time in my life that I performed that ritual).

As usual, I started getting bored with my hair. It had no shape or style. It was heavy, and it took a really long time to blow dry.

Before: Fresh out of a pony tail

(see more ‘before’ pics on my flickr page)

On Wednesday, I was at my mom’s house when I turned to her and said, “Mom, cut my hair.” I told her how I wanted it, and she snipped away. I figured that I would have my mom cut it, and if it looked good, I saved myself twenty bucks. If it looked bad, I’d go to my stylist for a touch up.

It didn’t look bad, but it needed some doctoring. Today was my “doctor” appointment, and this is the final result:

Front

Side

I got an A-line bob with a little extra length to cover my hump. You know what this means, right? A-line bobs went out of style six months ago. They must have because if I have one, they’re definitely not in style anymore (see #1-9).

I just need to practice my styling techniques a little bit. I think I did ok for my first try.

In other news, I’m quitting my job tomorrow. More on that later…