Yesterday I got my haircut. I just wanted basically the same thing I have now (really long hair with no style) but interesting. So we showed Denise (that's the hair stylist) a picture and she cut away. She just trimmed the ends and put in a bit of layering in the front. It looked cute the way she had it, but then we got home and it kind of just disappeared. It looked nice if I got it all arranged and just sat there, but if I walked around it blew into oblivion.
Neither Mom or I was really happy with it, so Mom called today and asked if there was a spot that I could go back in. There was. We explained the dilemma and she was really good about it. She said she could put in more layers, but then she'd have to take off about 4 inches of the length and that would be a bit drastic. She also said just putting in more layers would make my thin, fine hair look...thin and fine. So the other option was to just do a bit more of what she did yesterday. We went with that one. It looks really nice--more how I imagined it would look in the first place. Like, you can actually tell I got a haircut. Wow!(That's unusual, for those of you who didn't know.) Not at first glance maybe, cuz it's still way long, but there are shorter pieces of hair in there.
The hairstylist was really good about considering my hair type and what would work with it, and what we wanted it to look like.
So the drama is over and I have a cute haircut. I'm happy now. :)
About Me
- Katie Y.
- I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His and I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I'm done and finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals. I don't have to be right, or first, or tops, or recognized, or praised, or rewarded. I live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by Holy Spirit power. My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is heaven. My mission is clear. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice or hesitate in the presence of the adversary. I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He does come for His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me. My colors will be clear!
1 comment:
it's cool! It looks exactly how I imagined it would be, after Denise cut it the second time.
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