The Wife Chop

It’s nothing like a karate chop but it is pretty brutal sometimes.

You see, when Brad and I started talking about getting married (way long ago before he even proposed) I decided that I should start growing out my painfully fine hair so someday I could have material for a stunning wedding ‘do.

Well I got my hair as long as it has been (or ever will be probably) and had enough to style for the big day.

Fast-forward a few months from saying “I do” and wifey’s hair is still long, constantly shedding and fluctuating between two styles: ponytail and straightened.

I decided it was time for a change. (They say women change their hair after largely emotional events. That may be true…)

I did the wife chop. Armed with a picture I strolled into the salon with husband and mother in tow and asked for a should-length style. My stylist was apparently having a bad day or hearing problems. She cut off “six inches” of my hair… make that eight.

Which resulted in a shorter-than-planned style… that I kind of love.


Brad didn’t like it.


Because he knew how hard I tried to grow out my hair and how long it took to get those eight inches that ended up on the salon floor.

Isn’t he sweet?

Posted on October 20, 2011, in My Life, Wedding Bells and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. How sweet of Brad! And it’s a cute cut!

    I actually got mine cut pretty short a while back just for something new and one of the girls at work (who is from Korea) asked if I had broken up with my boyfriend- apparently in Korea the girls typically cut their hair short after a breakup! Who knew cutting hair after emotional experiences would transcend cultural boundaries!

    • I didn’t really care about a whole new style change until after being in the hospital and then losing my dad. Instead of just keeping it trimmed I found myself wanting something different…

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