I got my hair chopped today. I know that a lot of people who have long hair become very attached to it, but it doesn't seem to phase me a bit. It was down past my shoulders and now it's just above my shoulders, with a bit of layer to it. It's funny to see all my hair strewn across the floor. Next time I'll wait a bit longer to get it all chopped off so that it's long enough to donate to charity. It was just barely too short.
After 32 years of frizzy hair I finally was able to get my stylist to explain to me that a flat iron will keep the stray hairs from curling up. How is it that I've allowed myself to suffer with the friz for so long without getting the help I needed? I will be asking for a flat iron for Christmas. :)