I need a haircut, I have decided. I have been growing it out for who knows how long, and it is the longest it has been in a VERY long time. When standing, my hair reaches to the top of my bra strap in back. I feel fairly proud of that. Don't know why. I have been considering a haircut for some time, but felt that maybe I'd regret it after I got it done.
I think it must be time though....since I have been complaining about it nonstop since the end of May. Matt insisted I not cut it while I was teaching and taking classes. Wise thoughts, me thinks. I have a tendency to make crazy rash decisions on a whim when I am stressed. Thankfully he knows me well. I am fairly relaxed and unstressed right now, and still thinking about cutting it, so maybe it is time.
The problem?? I always fear bad hair. What if it all goes horribly wrong?? (And I look older and more dumpy than I actually am??) I don't have a plan. Not having a plan when entering a hair salon could be dangerous. Of course, maybe it is good. No preconceived notions, right?
I am thinking I am just going to take my chances and make an appointment. Whatever the cut is....it has got to be better than this mop I am carrying around right now!
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When I am changing hairstyles, I always go in to the salon with a photograph. That way, the stylist is on the same wavelength as I am, even if we have different ideas of what I am trying to describe verbally.
If you don't have a particular style in mind, you can have the stylist show you photos from his magazine collection of what he has in mind BEFORE he cuts. That way, you can nix it if it's not what you want.
I'm excited for your new cut! A new 'do is a great pick-me-up. Have fun!
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