chop, chop, choppity, chop

You might recall that a few months ago I cut my hair into a shoulder length bob. I do this every couple of years for a change-up.
Last week my hair had reached that infuriating in-between length where I had to decide if I was gonna trim it back into the bob or grit my teeth and suffer through a month of crappy hair days to work on growing it long again.

I took Option C.

Yes, my friends, that is about four kittens worth of hair (i'm pretty sure that professional stylists describe units of hair by how much hair it would take to make a whole kitten) from my already not-very-long hair.

It is now above my shoulders and fully layered.

CHEEEEEEEEEEZ!

When I move my head little curls bounce every whicha direction which makes me want to dance even more than normal. [that is a lot, btw; fTM Amy's husband was once complaining about musicals, how unrealistic they were since no one actually broke into song and dance in real life and Amy replied, You've met Niki, right?]
This is the shortest my hair has been since I was 5 and a crazy neighbor girl went after me with a pair of scissors. I can't even  make a proper ponytail; which makes me suddenly realize that as cute as this cut is, mayhaps the heat of July might not have been the ideal time to try it out.
Oh well, i'll figure out something when i'm out in the heat; until then I think I am just going to swing my head around and giggle.