Weekend with Before and After hair

I had a really good weekend. It contained a little free time with a friend, a little T-ball watching of my favorite player, and a special lunch with my favorites on the planet. But one more important thing that happened was that I got a haircut. I don't love to spend money on my hair, so I get haircuts like three times a year. Maybe four. I feel a little bad for my haircutters because they deserve better.

Anyway, you'll see the progression in my pics - before and after the awesome haircut I got.  And btw, the pics where you see my freshy style are on the SECOND DAY. That's how you know you got a good cut. It looks exactly the same after you sleep on it for 7 hours. Why oh why can it make you feel so darn happy when someone else makes your hair look cute?

Exhibit A: T-ball.

First of all, my fave playa. Must have caught him while not climbing the fence or trying to carry handfuls of dirt while running from second to third base. I love T-ball. Can't get any cuter.

Second of all, it's 8 a.m. Just remember that. Having red hair means I also have invisible brows and eyelashes when going au natural. Which is why I sometimes get passionate about new mascara. Also, notice the way my hair, in this "before", has a texture resembling hay.

Exhibit B: Happy, happy lunch with my peeps after church, sans hay hair.

Look. Don't you love those guys? My beautiful girl always poses so well for pictures. My little buddy....well, we just take a lot of pictures and hope the stars align such that all his limbs are motionless for one photo to turn out.

As for my hair, I'm sure tomorrow, after I wash all the magical salon products out, it will slowly but surely approach hay-status again. And then I'll neglect my haircutters, and then be embarrassed when I finally get in again. It's a vicious cycle.

But that's okay, because I have these two. They make me unable to care less about hay hair.

Lord-willing, I have these two every day.

Every precious day.