Frankly, I'm not sure.
I got it cut two days before Libby was born. And not just cut. Lopped right the heck off.
I love my stylist, Nancy. I really do. In four years of having her cut my hair, she's never gone wrong. I'm blaming me. You see, I have this insanely thick hair.
It's also unbelievably wiry. Coarse. Every time I get my hair cut, Nancy tells me that I have more hair than any person whose hair she cuts. Which is saying something since she's wildly popular and I have very short hair.
(Hi Marilee! And Squee! It's Libby!)
So, when I got my hair whacked, I think I went just a bit too short. You see, the majority of my hair stands straight up regardless of the amount of gel I use. No amount of coaxing and smoothing will make my hair look "normal."
Which is why if you've seen me lately, my hair almost always looks like I haven't bothered to do anything to it. And it's also why I'm embracing this fauxhawk.
Sorry Mom (I know you hate it.)