Hair Makeover

I'm quite compulsive when it comes to my hair. It normally goes something like this, I can't stand it anymore, I'm chopping it off. I then hurry and text my beautician (is that really what they are still called?) and see how soon I can get in. I make an appointment, and then stew about whether I really want to chop it off. I'm now sitting in the chair and tell her to cut it to my chin. Really? Yes, that's about 3 inches! Or 5 or 6, she's says! Go for it, just cut it and be done. She does and I love it!

Now, my normal cheap or lazy self would let my new cute style grow another 5 or 6 inches before a trim and/or cut. I really like my new cut and semi-promised her that I would keep up with it this time! We'll see.

**I got my hair cut on a Saturday, so going back to work on Monday was as if I was a totally different person. Students, both boys and girls, are extremely observant. Immediately they were making comments, but I had one that stuck out! I walked into one of my classrooms and one of the students said "Mrs. Chandler, you got your hair cut, I love it!" Thanks, I replied. Then another student (boy) speaks up and says, "WHYYYY?" (while sort of putting his hands up). I turned around & laughed and then asked him, "who are you, my husband?" He laughed & admitted he liked my hair longer. For real, these 8th graders are pretty darn opinionated & don't have a problem with sharing their thoughts.