Yeah, I think I'm going to take it all off. My hair, that is.
About once every 5 years or so, I get tired of the headaches from the weight of my locks, and I head out to the salon and have it all cut off. The last time I did a BIG chop was a little over two years ago - and I think I had 14 inches taken off. I had it cut to just below my chin.
My hair right now, from root to tip, is 20". But most of the world never even gets to see my hair.
If I take the time to do my hair, it takes an hour to blow it dry, and another half hour to curl it. It takes a lot more time than I want to spend doing it.
I'm simply not cut out to be one of those high maintenance chickadees. I just don't enjoy spending that much time in front of a mirror. I'm either loved, or I'm not - and if I AM loved, I don't want it to be because of my hair and makeup. I want it to be because of my enormous breasts.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Normally what I do with my hair is either stack it in a pile on top of my head, damp and let it air dry, or I put it into two braids and "Swiss Miss" it by wapping them around my head. Either way, it's become more of an effort than I am willing to invest on a regular basis. I want something quick, easy and perky.
However, every time I have gotten my hair cut, I have regretted it - and it's because I see all these fabulous shorty hairstyles out there, and when I have them put on my head, they look awful.
There was the Mary Stuart Masterson incident from the early 90s.
And if we go back even further in time, there was the shortSHORTOMG IT IS TOO SHORT cut from the 1970s. I went roller skating after this haircut, and they gave me BOY ROLLER SKATES. Girl skates were white, boy skates were black and they handed me BLACK ROLLER SKATES.
Two little girls rolled up to me and asked me if I was a boy or a girl.
You have no idea the trauma.
Sometimes I have very bad taste in hairdos and it's only AFTER my sisters pee themselves laughing, that I realize the error of my ways.
Peace, till next