Four inches

Today was the day four inches of hair was removed from my head.

I took pictures of my new haircut and am going to share them with you today, except I apparently am no good at taking pictures of myself in a mirror.

Here’s the first shot I took:

I’m not very good at taking my own picture, apparently.

See?

Oh look! Here’s one! Of the back!

So, just ignore the dirty glass because I SWEAR I washed the mirror last week.  or two.  Whatever.

And another!

My, what a pretty bra line you have.

Here’s another, I decided to set the timer and sit on a stool that was borrowed from the kids bathroom.  Do you see the effort I go through to show pictures to all of you?!  And if you knew how horrified I was by this first picture you would be extra proud of me for actually posting it ON THE INTERNET.  Proud or dismayed.  You decide.  (to yourself)

Front stool shot:

And for the back stool shot my camera focused on the towel rather than my hair. Why didn’t it do that for the front shot?

My first attempt at a picture of the back of my head, I fell off of the stool.

And then while this one was taking, Ariel walked in and began wondering why in the hell I was taking pictures of the back of my head. I couldn’t answer her honestly because then she would tell everyone that I was taking my picture for the internet.  That would not be good, not good at all.

Luckily, she’s easily distracted.

I really like the cut, I’ve worn my hair down all day without a ponytail, it actually doesn’t get on my nerves which is AMAZING. However, I forgot about my cowlick that is such a pain to grow out. You know what I’m talking about? The one you flat iron OVER AND OVER AND OVER again to for it to look like this?

I forgot.  About the cowlick.  The cowlick I hate.  (Man, I love typing cowlick, it seems so wrong.)

Luckily, I can still do this, the true measure of a good haircut.

Am I right, or am I right?