Wornoutwoman

So I got a new doo. I usually don't tell my husband when I get my hair cut so I'll get an honest opinion when he walks through the door. Thankfully for me, I've had an awesome stylist, Rachel, for three years now. I'd drive to Texas if I needed to in order to keep her.  Rachel is the only person in ten years that's been able to style my hair well enough that I didn't feel like my hair was ever at that in-between length as I grew it out. This is the first time I've had long hair since I've known my husband. You can see the pic in the post below, with Rick Springfield, to see how short my hairs been in the last decade. When he walked in the door today, his eyes lit up. "You got your hair cut!" "Yes..." "It looks...like a '60s or '70s cut." "So you're saying?" (What does that mean?) "It's cute. It looks like ... uh..." "Choose carefully!" I warned. I could see...

So I've not had long hair since college...note the pictures a couple post below this one. In the last five months, from my son's and husband's requests, I've grown it out to my shoulders. I have tried in years past, but no hairdresser could ever get it past that in-between stage, where I wanted to shave it all off because it started to drive me crazy. Luckily in the last four years, I've had my wonderful hairdresser and friend, Rachel, at a salon down in South OKC. In the last five months, it's suddenly just gotten long! She styled and trimmed it in such a manner, that I never knew I was growing out. One morning I just woke up and it was long. I do have great genes in the hair and skin department so that helped it grow super fast, but Rachel is blessed with a gift. So tonight my husband and I have a swanky dinner for his work. He was invited to the local country club because he won an award, which the recipients get to attend this year-end bash. Wh...