After Wedding Chop

One of the first things on my to-do list when we came back from the honeymoon? Getting a haircut.

I couldn't find a good solo picture of myself with my hair down, a clear sign that it was getting too long and unruly and that my only way to cope was to wear it up in a bun. The picture above is from our honeymoon, showing how long my hair had grown in the past year as I grew it out for the wedding.

So maybe I should phrase it this way - one of my first acts as a married woman was to chop my hair off to a more manageable length.  This picture isn't the best but I swear both my hair and I were bouncing down the street after I walked out of the salon. It feels liberating.