Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Hair

Not the movie. Not the Broadway musical.

On my head. Or rather, off my head. Yep, I did it. I said, "I have had enough of always grabbing my hair and stuffing it in a ponytail. I am long overdue for a fresh new style."

So I took part of my tax refund and visited my good buddy Michelle at the salon. She said, "Hey stranger, nice to see you. What are we doing today?"

I replied, "I'm sitting in your chair and you are making my color fabulous and taking off 1/2 of my hair."

And here is the part that explains why I love having Michelle as my stylist: She did not pause, did not balk, did not hesitate in any way. She took a quick critical look at my hair, asked if I had any ideas, and looked at the pictures I was eyeing in the big book of hair. She told me the ones she thought would be best on me, and which ones might be a little more maintenance than I could stand. In a few brief moments we'd worked out exactly what was going to happen.

My hair now sits just on my shoulder, the shortest it has been in about 6 years. Not the shortest it has ever been, but that was an extreme situation because I was trying to get rid of a dye job gone terribly wrong. I also have bangs again for the first time in about as long.

In short (yes, the pun is intended), we really did get rid of at least 1/2 (or maybe 3/4) of my hair. So far, I have styled it after 90% of my washings and I LOVE IT!!! (Those extra exclamations are specifically for Deb, grammar-holic that she is.)

I was kind enough to warn Yaw that the next time he would see me I would have shorter hair. On first sight, he was fairly neutral. For a couple of weeks he really didn't talk about it. He didn't really say anything much until Easter Sunday when he was helping me put on my claddagh cross. When I pulled my hair up so he could clasp it, he finally said, "I'm used to you having so much more hair to move when we do this," and gave a little frown.

I told him, "Oh, it will grow back." (But I'm not sure how long it will be before I let it grow again. I'm kinda liking not sitting on it...)

1 comment:

Deb T said...

First of all, I love triple exclamations between friends.
!!!

Secondly, you did indeed follow me through the pit of hell and then to Florida.

And I love you for it.