THE ANNUAL CHOP

Let me give you a little hairstory of my luscious locks.

You won't find me boasting about a lot of things, but I know I have great hair!  It's healthy and grows like crazy. I kept my hair pretty long for most of my adolesence. When my family was moving from California to Virginia at age 15, I decided to chop all of my hair off. I was used to being the new kid in school and let me tell you, it's was so much fun to always have the chance to reinvent myself. I would like to think that I had ombré way back in the early millennium! All I used to color my hair was Sun-In!

 over tweezing was a serious problem in 2000. 

over tweezing was a serious problem in 2000. 

Thanks to my friend Dana for this throwback. I spent all of high school with a bob. In college, Lauren would give me asymmetrical bangs and I called her Dr. Kutz. The Frosting Fail of 2005 eventually led me to grow out my short hair for good. I desperately wanted to go platinum, so we bought six bleaching kits, popped in Spice World, and turned our dorm room into a salon! Many hours and movies later, my hair was the most awful shade of mustard. I couldn't deal. I bought brown dye later that night but didn't think about color theory and turned my hair bright eggplant purple. Nobody in Richmond thought twice about it, but the next time, I dyed my hair back to soft black. I'm surprised my hair didn't fall out. There is no photo documentation of this, btw. 

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It definitely took me a solid 5 years to go from a collar bone length long bob to healthy locks that flowed down my back. I worked at a hair salon for years and years where my hair always got so much love and attention. My hair became attached to my identity. This is where the nickname Poke (Pocahontas) originated.  I was always" long-haired Stef." I eventually got into this mindset where I needed to be the girl with the longest hair ever! The stylists in the salon never wanted to cut it either. Mostly because it was a pain in the ass. I always wished I could have luxurious salon experiences. So I started my own tradition; every year on my birthday, I would cut off six inches. 

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Sorry about the gratuitous bikini photo, but my hair was about 4 inches longer than this when I cut it in March of 2014. I had recently gone through a breakup with my friend/hairstylist who always refused to cut it. Chopping it was the only way I knew how to release. I had a few too many Limerick Limeades on St. Patrick's Day and felt ballsy enough to let my friend, Andrea give me a kitchen haircut. We cut off 10 inches and I donated it to Children With Hair Loss. I didn't even comb it out of the braid it was in. She also used kitchen scissors. I felt sad about that chop when I woke up hungover the next morning, but I owned it. I had a slant in my hair for 4 months before Welsy cut off 4 more inches in July. In 2014, I cut 14 inches off of my hair. You know I love my even numbers. 

 love this paparazzi photo from rachel's graduation. 

love this paparazzi photo from rachel's graduation. 

With my birthday around the corner, it was time to book my annual cut. I had been chatting with Welsy about wanting to cut and color my hair a few months ago. This year, I decided to go for 8 inches. I have recently decided that 8 is my lucky number. I have truly loved having long hair for the past couple of years, but I was so ready for change. I wanted to be able to style it in fun ways and take it out of the bun that it is always in. As soon as I sat in Welsy's chair, I said, 'Let's do 10 inches! No, 14! Ok, how about 12?!' It felt so natural and liberating to chop all of that hair off!!  I don't feel sad at all because it'll be back before I know it. 

12 inches later. 

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Not only did she cut and blow-dry my hair, she styled it for me and showed me new techniques to have fun with my new 'do. And to think, I almost got rid of my curling iron. It was truly a shame that I had to go to work afterwards and could not flaunt this glamour in public. I am so in love with my new haircut!!!! 

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I was so in love with myself after my cut that I totally forgot to collect my hair so that I could donate it. I was feeling immense guilt about this for at least 6 hours. No, seriously! Instead, Welsy is going to experiment with my hair and maybe turn into swatches. Phew! 

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When I got home from, James had always been an advocate for long hair, loved my cut!  He said it reminded him of how my hair was when we first met and it was a pretty cute moment. ;) 

Go to Elle Style Studio and get beautified!!! Tell them Luscious Judy sent you.