I'm going to. Most likely.

In the past month or so I have been complaining about something quite a bit. My hair. Like I've said recently, it is the longest its ever been- which is cool. I haven't colored it in about 2 1/2 years, so I imagine it's pretty healthy. But I have reached the point where it is driving me crazy. Here are a few of my gripes about it- maybe some of you can relate:

1. It is so extremely thick that it is heavy! Oh man when I wear a ponytail (which is often...see #3) I get a headache within an hour that lasts all day.

2. I shed like crazy and it is kind of sick to find 16 inch hair all over.

3. It doesn't lay straight or go completely curly- so I either straighten or curl it every day. Since that takes too long I actually usually end up putting it in a ponytail.

As you probably guessed by now- I have decided to cut it. I'm doing it a little sooner than I expected because my sister Ash and sister in law Marilyn are cutting their hair on Saturday. (Ashley's is even longer than mine!). We decided to all do it together.

Scott has seen me flip flop about this decision all week. I know it is silly and seriously not a big deal, but it is still kind of emotional for me. I do LOVE having long hair when I actually take the time to do it.

So Scott called me on my way home from work today and told me that he had a surprise for me...a sort of hair-cutting-party. He told me he had made dinner reservations for us at a nice restaurant in Salt Lake. He told me to go home and put on a dress and fix my long hair all pretty 'one last time'. How fun!

Here are some pictures of me going-out-with-a-bang


I straightened my hair...






I put on these shoes...




...and we went to Bambara, the restaurant in Hotel Monaco.
It was beautiful and the food was divine! We had 3 courses and it was great to take it slow, enjoy our food, and talk (not just about my hair I promise).







Here's my goodbye picture. Or I guess you could say it's my 'before' photo. Check back next week to see the after shot (or after shock).


Unless I chicken out.