When I brushed my hair this morning, I knew it was for the last time. I cleaned out my brush last night and it was full again just from one quick brush!
I put a cap on and told Jeff today was the day he needed to buzz it. He was hesitant, since it still looked like I had a head of hair, and didn’t want me to regret it or jump the gun, but every time I ran my fingers through my hair, I came out with a fist full.
Here’s earlier today:
Here’s what I found when I went back and checked my pillow:
After Jeff came home from work, we went to the garage, cracked open a beer, and buzzed it off!
I kinda like it! If it wasn’t falling out, I’d have fun styling it!
PS. I didn’t even cry!