Because it's been a while...

since I bloggily complained about my hair. Bloggily is a word, right? It is now! Hashtag that. #bloggily

Anyway, welcome to 2016. The weather is brisk and smoggy.

Back to my hair. Those of you who follow me on Instagram are lucky enough to get a play-by-play of my hair's issues/adventures. There was this one day a week or two ago when it was amazing.

I mean, this is the kind of stuff my hair dreams are made of. Shiny, somehow magically hiding my severe root situation... actually looking good in a desperately-trying-to-avoid-the-baby-pulling-it-all-out updo... yes. (Can we just also notice my teeth and eyebrows? And skin? Can this be my new license picture??)

But in reality, within a few hours it was this: 

Now maybe this doesn't look so bad, but it was. I was like the sad matted puppy in that ASPA ad. I can literally hear Sarah McLachlan right now. Ugh it hurts just to look at it. And this is normal for me! Almost every night I find a dreadlock or two hiding in the depths of my hair. I have a ton of fine hair. So I'm never going to look like Kate Beckinsale, but I'm also never going to be Gary Busey so it's sort of okay whatever. For some twisted reason only a middle child younger sister can understand, my sister's favorite memory of me is of my matted, dreading hair at a bowling party in like fifth grade. This was right before I chopped it off. And THAT was right before hormones took over and my hair refused to ever grow again. Yay...

Well obviously it grew again because look how long it was in the picture way up top! Lovely. But painful. Pretty for like an hour if I was lucky and alone, but really just being tugged at all day and matted by my clothes... It wasn't worth it, you know? And it wasn't healthy. It was dead and it was dragging me down.

So half a bottle of wine later:

Ignore the shower. Apparently the previous tenant ran an underground nursing home out of this bathroom. Also ignore my chin zit. Of course you probably didn't even notice it until I said that... ummm.... Bra? 

Okay anyway so I chopped my hair off and obviously did an AMAZING job. (Chad literally said "it's super even" and then walked away laughing hysterically when he saw it) But I don't care. It's soft! The bleached, dead, stringy and tangled ends are gone! And so is 2015 because if I can just squeeze this into half a paragraph: 2015 sucked. I had a baby and like a record-breaking labor and delivery of said baby and she is amazing and her sister is amazing and I discovered nursing bras FINALLY and got to be in the most amazing wedding ever (more on that later), and yadda yadda yadda, but overall the year sucked and that's all I'm going to say about it. 

Welcome to 2016. My hair is short, as are the days. Sriracha is on the menu and I haven't seen my floor in weeks. I'm so glad to have you here. 

#bloggily yours,

Katrina