The Ghost of Haircuts Past

So I got a haircut.


You really can't tell.

When it comes to my hair, I'm quite particular. I believe this is for a couple of reasons. The first being that hair is like an accessory. Much like that cute bracelet you got for your 16th birthday or those earrings you stole borrowed from your friend, they tie outfits together and make us look dang cute. As does our hair. "Will I rock a side-pony or long, wavy locks with the new sundress?"
See, an accessory.

The second reason I'm cautious with my mane is because of all the traumatic haircuts I've put myself through. Lets travel back and visit myself as a 6th grader. Towering over most of the boys in my grade, gangly as heck, thick glasses, and in desperate need of braces, I was already going through enough awkwardness. But it got worse. During my yearly visit to the beauty shop, my mom suggested I get bangs.
"Oh Allison, I saw (insert some high school girl's name) the other day and she just had the cutest bangs!"
"Um, ok?"

Thirty minutes later with a pile of my hair on the floor, I was regretting what just happened. Oh dear Lord, I was awkward to begin with, but had now taken the title of Queen of Awkward in my middle school. It was a rough few months growing them out, but it eventually happened. Now fast forward a few years later. I'm in high school, my hair has successfully grown out, I'm now the proud owner of contact lenses, my teeth don't look like a roller coaster going up and down, and most of the boys tower over me. And my hair looks pretty dang good. So good, people nicknamed me "Pantene." Haha, I know. I kept my hair long and beautiful. Fast forward a few years later again, last May to be exact. My hair had gotten ridiculously long, frustratingly long, that if I could get a hold of some scissors I would chop it off on the spot. I ran into the beauty shop, threw myself in the chair and said, "Chop it off! And I mean short!" And she did. And about 10 inches came off. And it looked good and I liked it....for three freakin' days. I missed my long, flowing locks. My friend had just done the same thing and we were both in the same boat. We vowed to never chop our hair off every again and if one of us tried to, the other would heroically stop them.

And now, here I am. Still growing my hair. Today's cut was just a lil trim and some side-bangs. If you are thinking about getting a haircut, lemme give you some advice. Sit down, look at pictures of your beautiful hair, and ask yourself, "Is this really what I want?" Then eat these cookies to help you make your choice.

Good luck, don't do anything drastic and remember hair is an accessory.


Chocolate Chip Cookies
adapted from Savory Sweet Life
makes about 2-3 dozen

1 cup (2 sticks) salted butter, softened

1/2 cup sugar

1 1/2 cup packed brown sugar

2 eggs

2 tsp. vanilla extract

2 1/2 cups (12 oz) all-purpose flour (The original recipe calls to weigh the flour, but I don't think it's really necessary.)

1 tsp. smallish-medium coarse sea salt (It's sooo important to use sea salt!! It gives the cookies great flavor. If you only have table salt, cut the 1 tsp. down to 1/2 tsp.)

1 tsp. baking soda

1 1/2 tsp. baking powder

2 1/4 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 360 degrees. Cream butter, sugar, and brown sugar until it is nice and fluffy (about 3 minutes on medium-high speed). Add both eggs and vanilla and beat for an additional 2 minutes. Add baking soda, baking powder, salt, and flour until cookie batter is fully incorporated. Finally add chocolate chips until well distributed. The cookie batter will be somewhat thick. Drop about 2 tablespoons of dough onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake for 11-13 minutes until the edges are nice and golden brown. Remove from heat and allow the cookies to stay on the cookie sheet for an additional 2 minutes.