Of course, you already knew that if you follow me on instagram.
Because at first I was like:
Then next thing you know I was like:
And now I'm all:
You see, what happened was...I got so HOT. And all of the sudden my hair just started feeling really heavy and I needed it gone! So I started looking around for scissors...the more I looked the more I was determined to cut my hair. All the while trying to be super sneaky so Matthew wouldn't know what I was up to (I had a feeling he would frown upon the whole idea). Finally he saw that I was looking for something and I asked "Hey...do you have any scissors? I kind of need to cut my hair right now." He knew better than to object, but instead he pointed me in the direction of his gardening shears, or whatever those things are.
I'm sure he thought that knowing I didn't have the right tools from the job would discourage me from doing it right then, but obviously my stubbornness knows no bounds. I took those shears into the bathroom and 15 minutes later came out hair in hand as pictured above. For everyone asking "WHY??" refer to the first picture...that's enough hair to drive anyone mad. It feels so. much. better.