Seven Inches.

Seven inches isn't that much, but when you're talking about a haircut, you'd think it was a mile!  I was SO sick of my hair feeling and looking like straw that I needed a change.  So I asked my mom, renaissance woman as she is, to cut off my hair yesterday.  SOOO much better.  There was a nice pile of hair on the floor after that cut.  I feel like I've lost some weight!  And since my hair falls out like I'm on chemotherapy after I have a kid, there will be almost half as much to pick up, unwind from Grey's fingers, or pull out while I'm brushing it.  Yay!  It's still fairly long since it was almost to the small of my back.  I don't really know why I let it get so nasty before taking some action.