Thursday, May 12, 2011
This picture of me was taken when I was 10 years old. Last night, I got my hair cut and it looks very much like this picture. This was not intentional. My hairstyle for the last 2 years has been an "inverted bob", just above my shoulders. I'm NEVER up-to-date with trends, fashion or hair-wise. I got my "inverted bob" years after the trend started. But, at my appointment last night I decided to have my hairstylist fringe the ends because I read that fringy ends are in and that the structured "bob" is on its way out. I guess fringing the ends means something different to her than it does to me. My dreams of looking fab, up in smoke, scattered on the salon floor. I lost a lot of hair. After she was finished, I averted my eyes from the mirror and pretended that I liked it and worked furiously to convince myself that everything was gonna be all right. As soon as I got in the car, the tears started. I called Mallory crying and blabbering;if Joel had not been having dinner with friends, he would have gotten a phone call too. I fussed with myself all the way home about the fact that the little voice in my head told me not to do it. Why didn't I listen??? When I got home, Mallory was relieved to see that my haircut was not nearly as tragic as I led her to believe. She was very complimentary. Joel came home and I gave him my sob story to which he said, "I like your hair, it makes you look younger". I sat up in my chair a little taller. I finally realized that I am too old to be freaking out about my hair and as Joel reminded me, nothing is permanent and my hair will grow back. I guess I won't be getting a haircut again anytime soon. The moral of this story: LISTEN TO THAT LITTLE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD!