There's a story behind this photo,
it's one that has haunted me all my long haired life. I believe my sister Karen can recount the details far more accurately than I, but the long and the short of it was, pun intended, mom got sick of Karen and I complaining about getting our hair done everyday, so she cut it.
Funny, I never promised myself things like, "When I grow up and have kids, I will not make them do their hair!"
My mom did instill in me the beauty of a well groomed head of hair. However, it was this hair cut (I believe mom cut it herself) that catapoulted me into my life long obsession with having long hair. I swore to myself that I would never have short hair again, and I haven't,
until last Friday.
Ya know what? I like it.
Whoever said people can't change?
