Well it’s not only a time for blog changes. It seems ’tis the season for hair changes, as well. And if anyone knows a thing or two about that, it’s me, along with most women I know and several men now that I think about it. But mostly, me. It’s the first thing I think about when I get that change “itch” and once I start thinking about it, I will not stop. I cannot stop. This, I think, is one of the reasons I was made a girl. In spite of my love for football season and loud, obnoxious joke telling, I just love all the things you can do with your hair! (That’s almost too girly to even type.)
Now, that does not mean every decision I make about my hair turns out well. Oh no no no no no, it does not. The problem is, I get an idea stuck in my head (see: this site) and I cannot let it go. A good example is a while back (okay, not that long ago) when I thought “gee, wouldn’t it be swell if I had some curl or wave in my hair” and truly fell in love with the idea. My hair? Straight, straight, so-friggin-straight. But I was all in love with the waves and the tossing of said waves and the idea of going from bed to beach to boat to dinner with my curls/waves all lovely and glorious in their non-naturalness. So. Not. Possible. Not for me, anyway. So instead I had a few waves here and there and the hair ended up in sweet little over-processed pony tails by day and even sweeter little leave-in conditioner soaked buns by night. Ugh. The recovery from that little journey was a long, long road.
I also, for the longest time, thought I should have long hair. Should. Why? Because women in their twenties, well we’re supposed to take advantage of this young, carefree time in our lives in which we can flail our hair around in awe-striking beauty for all the world to see. Or something like that. Basically, I grew up with long hair. Then I cut it. Then I let it grow out. Then I cut it again. Then I let it grow out. You see how this goes… always with the cutting and the growing. And long hair, in my opinion, looks great on almost everyone. Particularly on beautiful women (okay, not beautiful men. Sorry, just my opinion) who seem to know what to do with it or who to pay to do something with it, which tends to take a very, very long time. I, being neither patient nor a millionaire, always seem to grow tired of how long long hair takes to manage without outside help.
“Oh, just wash it and go” you say? Ummm, no. Do you not recall? My hair is straaaaaaight. Which means either stick straight limp boringness or lots of time in the bathroom in the morning- time that could be better spent sleeping or running or anything but blow drying and curling and smoothing and many other terms I never mastered. Oh, and just for fun, I might add I also have a ton of hair. Being fair-skinned and light-haired, you may not guess this but apparently, it is a well-known fact by hair people (technical term) that blondes have more hair per square inch than any other hair color/type. Holy fun, Batman. In summary, my hair takes a long, long ol’ time to dry which can be a major issue at 5:00 in the morning.
So, without further adieu and if you’re still with me, I’ll explain my most recent idea to go short. Bascially, I am lazy and I wanted a change. One fun thing I’ve forgotten about my hair when it’s short is it’s crazy. One day it’s flipping out, the next day it’s under and on those special, special days, one side is out and the other side is under. When I took the photo below (which is a good example of My Lazy) it was an under day. So there we have it. New blog, new hair… you just never know what’s coming next.
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