As in cut it all off.

10 plus years is a long time with one hair-do. I mix it up now and then by pulling it back, blowing it out, wearing pig-tails and whatnot, but for the most part, it’s out, large and in charge. I’ve become known for my hair, often joking that I could never rob a bank because. . .well duh, look at the hair! There are drawbacks of course — strangers wanting to touch it- often times uninvited – combing out the tangles, blowing through conditioner like whoa! And even though I torture it by pressing it out, not moisturizing it enough, and who knows what else, (since my hair care skills are pretty non-existent) it’s very resilient.

Aside from the year DH and I got married, it’s been natural a full 10 years. Within the last few years, though I have been toying with the idea of cutting it off and starting over. My chronology may be off, but when Poshdebuted her bob, I was like, “That’s it! I’m doing it! I’m cutting it off!” and DH was there to talk me down from the ledge with what has become his standard response: “Why don’t you get some braids?” Ugh, how I loathe getting my hair braided. I love how it looks, but I can’t sit that long anymore! If I have 8 hours to give up, is the braid shop really where I want to be? C’mon, now!

Usually after this convo, the moment I set foot out the house I, at least half a dozen people would compliment me on my hair. So I would relent and leave my hair alone.

Then Michelle Williams showed up with her pixie, I said, “That’s it! I’m doing it!” and DH pulled me back in. Then Rhianna caused a style frenzy and I said, “I’m all over that!” And even Margene (a.k.aGinnifer Goodwin) got in on the act. It was a vicious cycle until about two days ago. I saw an old picture of Kiera Knightley and dragged DH into that familiar dance of “That’s it! I’m doing it!”

And, then I did.