Starting July with a chop

After a year or two of going back and forth, Andrew and my Mom insisting I do so, I chopped my hair off...again. I had my hair short when Andrew and I got married, but having zero dollars while living in a country where haircuts were $150 at the cheapest salon (I'm not exaggerating, at the Norwegian equivalent of Supercuts, haircuts were $150), it looked a little crazy. Case in point: CIMG8142

I love not having to mess with hair. It's the best. After doing yoga this morning, I called up the salon, they had an appointment, I got in the car and it's cut. YAY!

Bring on July.