Embrace the waves

Well, I did it.

I got my hair cut.

My mom won a gift certificate at a fancy salon in Williamsville, and gave it to me. I thought the gal at the front desk was going to die when she saw me and my ponytail walk through the door. I wasn't nearly as beautiful as the Beautiful People generally walking around the place. I've been dreading this, which is why I hadn't done it. I have no idea how to deal with my new wavy hair (even if new is now several years), except to let it grow so heavy it weighs itself down, then pull it back. This, I admit, is not an answer, but it's worked so far, even if it isn't too attractive.

I brought a few photos with me. One was from several years ago, with my shoulder-length bob. That was my, "If all else fails, this wouldn't be horrible." shot.

A second was from just after my hair started growing in wavy. It's a terrible photo of me, but it shows what happens when my hair is let loose now. I look like I went swimming with a hairdryer. That was my, "Please do not make me look like this." shot.

The third was a short bob-like haircut that I thought my new wavy hair might manage. That was my, "Gee, might this work?" shot.

I'm glad I brought all of them. The person stuck cutting my hair first thought I could do Locks of Love, but I needed to cut off 11" of hair. That wasn't an option. The girl cutting my hair didn't believe how much wave I had until after she washed my hair, and after she started cutting. She thanked me for insisting she blunt cut it, and said I would have had a head full of curls had she not.

Can you believe it?

My hair is now chin length again. I feel about five pounds lighter. I lost about 7"- 8". She swore that if I round-brushed my hair dry, I'd get a "fairly straight" look out of the cut. I have yet to see if this is true. Then she offered to show my how to go with the wave, mentioning that if I did that, I wouldn't have to do anything in the morning except put goo in it (ahem, I mean, "product") and scrunch it with my fingers. Sounded tempting, so I let her.

John thinks I look like a flapper. That's more flattering than what I thought, but I appreciate the support. "Go with the wave" translates to a head full on curls. It's a bit hard to get used to. It's bouncy. I've got it back in a head-band today, and it's not terrible. I don't deal with change well.

Meanwhile, I starting to feel light-deprived. Not depressed, I'm just getting this "mothy feeling"; I want to hover around light bulbs. I was so close to crawling under one of the lamps shades while reading last night John said I was about to singe my hair.

Good point, I can't imagine that would help any.