"Off with her hair!"

I remember when I was younger I would sneak in to the back yard with scissors and cut the end of my long braid. On one of those occasions I really made it look obvious and I was giving my mom a hard time about doing my hair, so we went down to the store and cut it all off. That was first grade I think and since then my hair has never been this short.
I was a little nervous about cutting my hair short because the last time I cut my hair the lady gave me a mullet. I mean she was a preacher that happened to cut hair too and I don't think she enjoyed what I had to say much. Thanks Tennessee!

Just a little disclaimer about the red hue on the pictures, I was reminded this week that I have some Mohawk Indian in me which explains why I tan red:)