Shave and a haircut, two bits.

I feel like I should tell you I have a strange attachment to my long dark locks. I never did have long hair growing up because a mother of eight didn't have time to struggle with the curly mop I was blessed with. It was not until I discovered a flat iron at the age of 13 did I find the hope for long hair. Well, it was not until I was 17 did I finally get accepted into the "long hair club". Three best years of my life. :) Levi planted the idea of a change in my head which sprouted and grew with gentle persuasions from friends over time. Angi Gardner, with her love of snippity-clipping, graciously accepted the task of taming the mane. I no longer have long hair, but surprisingly, I love it. Every last short...er strand of hair.

Top picture is before. Last two are after. (in case you were blind?)