And so we have this, which seems very drastic to me but probably not so much to the rest of the world. I love it regardless of how drastic the world thinks it is.
Of course, my husband pouted when I told him I was going for the chop. If it was up to him, I would have a long, Amish braid (no offense to the Amish, but I'm not Amish), but when I came home, he was kind and complimentary.
The best part was taking the pictures. Seriously, I am a terrible subject, and PJ could only laugh and tell me to just stop talking!
Apparently, that's hard for me.
It's also hard for me to take any kind of decent picture. Here's the best we got:
Just kidding. Sort of.