I know, I'm as shocked as you are that I'm posting here again!! But my workload has gotten a lot lighter, so like a fair-weather friend, I'm back! And I thought I'd start it out in typical 13-year-old blogger fashion, with some navel gazing!!
As most of my friends know, I've been in combat with my hair for more than a year, and when I say combat, I mean that we've had an ongoing war; of me wanting it to just grow already, and while my hair seems to comply (albeit slowly), I also have had this ongoing battle in my mind. Here's a sample of how it goes:
Me, wanting long hair again: Man, I wish my hair would just grow already, it's been in this stupid in-between stage for months.
Other-me: I'm sick of having my hair in this dumb in-between stage, I want to hack it all off.
Me, wanting long hair again: What is wrong with you?? You've been growing this dumb hair out for almost a year and a half, and you just want to hack it all off??
Other-me: Yeah, I understand, me-who-wants-long-hair, I really get where you're coming from. Yet, every time I look at pictures of me, when I had short hair, I LONG for it to be that short (and easy) again. Plus, I think my face looks better with short hair.
Me, wanting long hair again: What's wrong with you, other-me? Are you deluded enough to think that the haircut you get will really affect how your face looks?
Other-me: Um. Yes.
Me, wanting long hair again: You're dumb.
...and so on and so forth. And so it continued, until I (I'm embarrassed to admit this) almost started crying when talking about growing my hair out to my ever-loving, EVER-patient husband, Ross. And I kept asking him, "Do you like it longer or shorter more?" And he kept assuring me that he liked it both ways, and that I was beautiful no matter what. And so of course, with that positive feedback, continued to badger him. "But you must have SOME preference, you must like one a little more than the other, right??" "Kelly, you're beautiful no matter what your hair looks like, short or long! It's totally cute short, and it's very rowr (picture a lion roaring) long." Me, starting to cry, "But you just said you liked them both! So you like it long more??" "Kelly, I didn't say that, I said I liked it long and short, either way is great." "Nu-uh! You did the 'rowr' when you did the long, and who wants to be just 'cute!' I don't want you to think of me as 'just cute'" (It's around here that I started crying, yes, I can be this lame. Then we had the conversation about how hair is only hair, and that I'm beautiful, and he's going to think of me that way whether it's long or short, and whatever I do is great with him.
So, with these assurances, I boldly walked into the salon and said, "Cut it all off!"
In my head. In reality, it went something like this:
Calling my mom, and before she could get her entire, "Hi hon---" out, I launched in: "Mom, do you like my hair longer better, or shorter better, because I can't decide, and Ross doesn't care, and says he likes it either way, and I can't decide, and I'm freaking out because I've wanted to cut it for so long, but I've also been growing it for so long, that it feels like if I cut it now, it was all a waste, but on the other hand, I'm so sick of it being this in-between, and every time I look at pictures of myself with short hair, I miss it so much, so, what do you think, Mom???" So my mom and I talked for awhile, and she basically came to the same conclusion Ross did, it's cute either way, and do whatever you want, honey.
So of course, then I was equipped to walk into the salon confidently knowing what I must do.
Beep-boop-beep-beep-boop (that's my sound effects of me calling my sister), "Lindsey!!! I can't believe you picked up the phone!! How are you?? Anyway..." and launched right into the hair conversation. My sissy, bless her, ignored the fact that I didn't even give her time to say hello before I launched into the Hair Situation of '08, where she promptly gave me the same advice my husband and my mom had. 'Do what you want, it looks good both ways.'
So then, I confidently walked into the salon, FINALLY knowing what I was going to do!
Before my bootie even hit the chair, I was pulling out a bunch of different pictures; of me with various different incarnations of my short hair, along with some I'd ripped out of his hair magazines moments before and letting him know what everyone had said, and then, when I finally took a breath, he said, "Let's cut it. You've been talking about it for the last few months, every time you come in here, so I'm going to cut it."
And he did, and thus ended the hair saga of 08, and yes, I can really be that lame, but no, I'm not ALWAYS that lame. But you know, this IS hair we're talking about here!! If you'd like to see the before's and after's, well, they're right here (taken with my iphone, so they're not great quality):
Samir graciously took this one for me, moments before he started hacking away.
And this is what it looks like now (sorry for the kind of odd angles, I was just holding the iPhone as far as my arm would go, and clicking while I was in the car, on the way home from the salon, trying to drive and take pictures at the same time (super smart of me, I know!).