Hair Poof Be Gone

I have a lot of hair. Most people who know me probably know this. But most people don't see me right after I blow-dry my hair. It's a little scary.

I could totally be the "before" girl on a shampoo commercial for fighting frizz. Don't you think?

Here is another shot from the side, so you can really see the volume of my hair in comparison to my head.

I pretty much never have time to do my hair these days. About twice a week I wash it, sleep on it, and then put it up in a ponytail in the morning. On the rare day that Adam is at home and I spend the time washing, drying, and flat-ironing it, it looks something like this. Decent, but nothing special, considering it took me over an hour to tame.

I've been wanting to change it for a long time. I wanted to cut it short, although I do know that short hair doesn't necessarily mean "easy" hair for me. It will still be a giant frizzy poof. So I took the plunge and got it cut yesterday.

Verdict? Ehhh, I don't like it. My last words to the stylist before she started cutting were "Please don't make me look like an old soccer Mom".

 Now I feel like I have a frumpy soccer Mom haircut. No offense to moms with kids who play soccer. I'll probably be one of those within a couple years. I just really wanted to look a little more stylish, but I feel like I got some sort of 1950's haircut.

Here is my hair today, after being slept on. What I've realized is that I wanted not just a haircut, but someone else's hair. Sleek, shiny straight hair. I guess I was expecting a miracle hair cut.

Here's the back.

Sometime when I have a spare 1 or 2 hours (ha!) I'll try flat-ironing it and see how that looks. I know people tell me to be grateful for my thick, healthy hair, but I'm just not right now.