Hair Woes

If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, or you know me in person, then you will know that my hair is used as a negotiation in our marriage. You see, I like it short, Ben likes it long. I use this to my advantage to earn a little extra spending money. The amount isn't that important, it is more of a way that both of us can get our way with such a silly thing. We both agree to the terms, and a contract is entered into. Some years it is more formal than others. One year, we signed an agreement in Ben's journal. This year, no formal treaty was signed, but I have already spent the money...so...well...we are bound for the next THREE YEARS. That's right.

I can't cut my hair, expect for a trim, until July 21, 2016!

So here it was the last time I cut my hair. Around July 21. Also, serious bed head in this picture, but it shows the length.

 

 

This is today.

 

 

I could really use a trim, as my hair has become really fluffy. However, I am nervous because if they cut too much off I have to start the hair clock over. That's a bummer.

So right now, I am doing everything I can to camouflage the craziness that is my hair. This thing in my hair happens to be a belt from a skirt. Yesterday it was the ribbon from a bedding set. Desperate people. Desperate.

I am excited to grow my hair out, but at this point it is a little awkward.

 

Any ideas to cover my mop?

 

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How we celebrate around here.

It's the New Year here. As in Sri Lankan/Tamil New Year.

It is a pretty big deal, and we have joined in the festivities. When I say we, I really mean Jack and myself.  We really know how to celebrate.

Jack's school had an awesome assembly that included dancing and audience participation, and man, we both KILLED it.

Here I am participating in the traditional bun eating contest:

I had some fantastic pictures of him dancing, but unfortunately there were too many other children in the picture for me to post. 

(You know, not having permission from parents, and not sure how comfortable people are with their children's pictures on the interwebz.)

Jack getting ready to perform.  

 Jack smashing a clay pot. I really don't know much about what is behind smashing the clay pot, but it is a tradition, and I love traditions.

Thank you friends for all the pictures. 

None of these pictures were taken by me or with my camera, but obviously, I have chosen friends wisely.

Oh, and if you didn't already know, I chopped my hair.  Again. 

Yesterday, I chopped off my hair.

Yesterday was a big day for me. I have been wanting to change my hair for awhile.

It all started when I saw this picture in a magazine. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to be a red head.

Then I was looking through some red hair pictures, and found this, and immediately wanted to cut my hair short.

I took both of these pictures to the hair salon.

And started out like this:

And ended up like this.

It isn't exactly what I was looking for, but I mostly like it. I have to figure out how to style it. Any ideas? Product recommendations?

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