After a year and a half of growing it out, I decided to chop it off again. Yes, I am fickle.
When it came down to it, I could not stand the time it took to “do” it (didn’t have any), the skill to maintain it (nope, none of that either), or the cleaning power (ugh! long hairs all over the place!) required to sport beautiful, long tresses. Sorry, Christy P. I know you’ll shed a tear over this one.
Someday I may be patient enough to have rockstar hair again. For now, I’ll have to settle for moderately cute.