I have long hair. I haven't always had long hair. I used to always have short hair. Or, in the 80's, I had big hair. In the early 90's, I had really huge hair. Thanks to my friend, Sebastian.
So I didn't cut the length. I just changed the style. Hmm. Layers. Around the face. I was going for this look:
It's "in" again, you know. Joan Jett.
I don't know how I feel about it yet. AdRi compared it to a mullet. It's different in the front than in the back. I said okay, I could handle that, but unlike the mullet that's business in the front and party in the back, my layered new "do" is rocker in the front and elegant in the back. That works, doesn't it?
But it's the end of a year, the beginning of a new one. What the hell. My hair grows like crazy. If I want to cut it, so be it. It will grow back within a few months. Back to the "big sexy hair" that was my goal before. (smirk) In the meantime, call me Joan. Joan Jett. And watch out for my Blackhearts.