Going, going, lost

After almost ten years with virtually the same hair-do (long), I finally got my hair cut. I usually don't post pictures of myself, but here is the before (I show a back-shot so everyone can appreciate the length):




And the after (ta-da):

There are many benefits to having short hair, but also some detriments that I didn't consider before cutting it:

Pros

• Jaunty
  
• No really long hairs on the floor, clogging the vacuum, and in my hairbrush (eww)
• Nice and cool for the summer
• It takes only 1/3 of the time to dry every morning
  
• I have a 'hairstyle'.

Cons

• No ponytails - I manage to get crooked pigtails on the top of my head when I'm going to bed but Sean is repulsed, to say the least.
  
• Inelegant
  
• I could never spur-of-the-moment join an Amish community to protect myself in anonymity - no long hair to pull back into a bun)
• The one pesky piece that will not go in out, or straight. It just frizzes.
• Long hair is warm for the winter and for church (temperature is set by men in suit jackets - I wear my sweater or a coat all summer).

But the worst part of cutting my hair is losing my hair . . . I'll explain. I kept the foot-long ponytail to donate to Locks of Love. I had the hair sitting in a ziplock bag by the front door, but decided that it should be moved when our friends were coming over. In a familiarly not-so-brilliant move, I put the hair "away." When I went to go mail my hair, I couldn't find it. It was nowhere, and yet it was omnipresent in my thoughts -

I kept thinking "how disgusting. What if we get a mouse in here? Mice love hair for their nests. Do bugs love hair? What if I attract some? What if I can't find it and then when company comes they pull it out from under a couch cushion? (I checked the couch just in case).

I finally found my hair, and the first thing I thought when I discovered it was, "Oh. That was a good place for it."

Sigh

Mullets and Such

My mom says its all Sean's fault for introducing her to Macgyver. What can I say? We are learning to be one with the mullet that is Elizabeth. She asked me to make hot chocolate and then surreptitiously made her way upstairs to the bathroom, where she proceeded to give herself a trim. Since she cut her hair to the scalp over her ear, there is nothing that can be done. She got a little trim at the salon, but we will have to wait a couple of months for regrowth. Until then, incredibly wide headbands.

The bright spot in our otherwise mullet-ridden day was Anna's "Kindergarten Thanksgiving feast." "How cute," I thought. Well, it was definitely interesting. The parents, armed with cameras, got to sit and watch their kids eat. The kids dressed up in Pilgrim and Indian gear, and then sat at tables together eating first Thanksgiving foods. Turkey? No. Potatoes? No. Creamed corn pudding? Of course. Yes, imagine mixing canned creamed corn and a container of corn syrup. Then bake it. yum. Can you imagine the yellowish gloopy result? The smell? They did a poll of the kids to find out what they liked. I burst with pride when Anna was the only kid who didn't absolutely love the corn pudding. She is definitely my child. :)