Call it quirky, call it crazy, but I had some kinda psychological block about getting my haircut until our Dossier was sent off. You see, at the 11th hour, the day before our home study (back in March) I suddenly realized I HAD to have my hair cut before our home visit. So that Saturday, I looked all fresh and new, like my house. Well, I was due to have my hair cut about a month ago, but I just refused to do it. I guess the best way I can explain it is, well, my hair has always marked chapters in my life and usually by the time I get around to getting it done, it's usually a drastic change. One, because my hair is consistently the same whether I try to fix it or not, so I really don't care about the style. Two, hair is a renewable resource, so I like to try new things. When I think back on my life, I can look at pictures and see right where I was by my hair. Shaved underneath=grunge was king. Cheerleading days=cute bob. Bad perms=girl scout days. Super short=Meagan's wedding. Super long=Our Wedding.
BUT, this time I simply could not "move on" to a new style until I closed the chapter on the home study and the struggles that ensued.(I know you probably think I'm weird now). So, with this next chapter in the adoption adventure coming to a close, I went and saw sweet lil' Chelsey and let her chop away. This lady was my inspiration, I think her name is Lesa something, I know she was on Dancing With The Stars, so she must be famous. However, I did not get my lips done. They don't do that at JC Penneys.