I go through stages with my hair. Sometimes I want it long and then other times I want it short. So I grow it out and then chop it off. However, I seem to have developed a penchant for cutting my hair off in December. You know, because short hair makes SO much sense when it’s cold out. But guys do it, so I guess it sort of makes sense? But I digress.

The last time (3 weeks ago) that I went in to get my hair cut, I wanted my hair dresser to do whatever she wanted with it, but I was firmly told that 5 minutes notice was NOT ENOUGH TIME. So I made an appointment for last night and told her to do whatever she wanted – cut and/or color. And she did.

Prior to this, I basically had an angled bob for several months. But now? Now it is gloriously short again. And I love it. There is something very liberating about having short hair.

And honestly, I’m not inclined to style my hair when it’s longer than this because it’s a pain in the neck and takes too long (read: short on time in the morning; see also: lazy) So short hair is so much more convenient for me.

But the very best part? Sometimes all the styling you need with hair this short is to roll out of bed.