It’s that time of year again. Time for freshly cut flowers, and time for freshly cut locks. The crazy elements of last season and my intimate relationship with my flat iron had my hair looking a little tired. It was ready for a trim…or possibly more.
I get a little crazy when it comes to hair cuts: researching different colors styles, lengths. I always want to make sure I choose the best do from me. I had been considering cutting it short, but kept changing my mind. Finally I got real with myself. Hair is hair, and it grows back. Life is too short, pun intended, not to experiment.
new hair calls for a photoshoot
Little Em Big City 