I often notice ways that I am like my mom. But there is one place we differ. Our hair. My mother wore the same hairstyle for her entire adult life. Well, she did have a few year spell in her 50s when she grew her hair out to a bob... she seemed to enjoy using barrettes and bows and such. I don't think Dad ever liked it. He liked it short like she'd always had it. And after a couple years she cut it off. She cut it herself (hairdressers inevitably cut it too short and exposed her ears which she HATED with the fire of 1,000 suns). And she colored it herself... but it pretty much always looked the same.
Now for me... I spent the first 18 years of my life very timid about my hair. I basically had straight hair with bangs in varying lengths. Once in 8th grade I had the regrettable mullet with partial perm (it was actually in style at the time... now it is not. I can't figure out why people still do it). And then in 9th grade I let some scissor happy bitch talk me into cutting my hair short... but she cut it so short it literally stood up on top. I mean... WTF? I cried for weeks until it grew enough to lay down flat. I vowed to never cut my hair again. And that lasted from 9th grade until 12th. Then I started getting the itch. I wanted to cut my hair like the chick from Wilson Phillips. And it took me 5 months to get up the courage to do it. Finally mom and I went to Sissy's with me clutching my picture of Chynna Phillips. Sissy was ecstatic! She loved big changes, and she loved me for wanting to do it. So I got my beautiful hair chopped. In school the next day all the girls loved it. And several boys said "I liked it better long." I thought the same thing then that I think now... you should have fucking said something when it was long. But no... not a word.
Let me jump to the present... the entire life story of me and my hair would take too long for one blog entry. I get bored with my hair. And I get bored pretty quickly. And I don't like to pay for a haircut unless it looks like a haircut. I don't do that "trim every 5 weeks" crap... I want drastic! So I'll grow it for a long time and then WHACK! And in the interim? I curb my boredom with hair color. I even occasionally contemplate having my hairdresser bleach it out to really, really blonde... just so I can gradually go back dark and have lots of different changes on the way.
I had an English teacher in high school... I can't even remember her name now. But she had short hair (and we shared Sissy the hairdresser). And she told me "It's just hair. It'll grow back." And I seriously live by that. :)
Seriously I want to chop it all off right now... but it's the beginning of winter... and dangit I don't want to be cold yet. :)
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