About 16 months ago, I chopped almost 10 inches of hair off (second picture) as a psychotic reaction to having my beloved dog Molly pass away. About 10 minutes later, I completely regretted the decision. Why didn't I just do a shot, sing Amazing Grace and call it a day? So for the last 16 months, I've only added layers to my hair, but never trimmed the length. These days it's looking ragged, but I'm determined to get my bangs down to my shoulders, and if I am strong willed, make it to next summer before another cut. So to ease my bi-monthly compulsion for scissors, I decided to color it instead. Not sure how I feel about it, but at least I look a little more like Solveig now.
