A few weeks ago I had my haircut. My wonderful Sister-in-law is very good at cutting my hair and has done in several times. This time I wanted it cut a little more than I usually do, just to make it even with the bangs I've been growing out for a few years. She cut it with her amazing skills, then asked if she could try something new; instead of just the usual trim, adding a few layers. I said yes. In the end the layers didn't work out, so she had to cut my hair even shorter to cut out the layers. And then a little more to make it even. And then a little more. The result: I no longer have long hair. My hair is now short. I haven't had my hair this short since I was seventeen. Still, people tell me it looks cute and it is a whole lot easier to maintain, so no complaints. It's just hair and will eventually grow back out to my comfort length.
I'm blogging about this now because of this amusing conversation I had with my Sister-in-law this last week. I hadn't seen her since she cut my hair.
Sister-in-law: Oh! You chopped off your hair!!
Me: Um... You chopped off my hair.
Sister-in-law: You haven't cut it since then?
Sister-in-law: Did I cut it that short?
Sister-in-law: Oh. (pause) It looks cute!
Which made me realize that is the only adjective people use to describe my new look; cute. It makes one wonder...