I have an ongoing battle with my hair, despite the fact that I'm not really *that* kind of girl. My fine, thin hair and its natural waves have long been a source of self-loathing (along with my crooked teeth and the memory of myself as a Mean Girl throughout high school and parts of college. I cringe. I am cringing now.)
The hair, yes. The hair.
I've worn it up. I've kept it down. I've alternately forced it to be more curly and more straight. I've worn it in pigtails (during the years I was pretending to be fun) and in a bun (?) and pinned it back for most of the time I was a consultant.
As most mothers know, long hair can be an occupational hazard. Babies tug on it, or it falls into their faces when they nurse or they think it's a teether. For my first three (+) years as a parent, I wore a ponytail almost every day.
In May, I let the woman who cuts my hair (Brandi, not her real name!**) chop it off into a cute bob. My hair relaxed into loose curls, just like in The Babysitters' Club, when Mallory minced her mane! And it was easy to care for, and never in 2010's face when she nursed. On vacation, I didn't constantly have eau de Banana Boat wafting from my locks.
I loved it so well that I let Brandi cut it shorter on successive visits, and now it's about an inch long all over my head. It's so unmanageable that some days I look like a cotton swab, and I think that's pretty fun. I'm due for a cut, so it's starting to lie down, which makes me like it less.
This morning I did my typical towel-dry and rustle and my hair laid down. By mid-day, two tufts--one next to each of my temples--had turned upward.
I have horns.
Best. Haircut. Ever.
And tomorrow, of course, I'll make an appointment.
**My stylist doesn't use her real name at the salon. Her clients know her as Brandi, because someone else was using her real name when she started working there. That woman is long gone, but Brandi will be Brandi forever. And in our house, she will forever be known as "Brandi, not her real name."
I blog rarely, because I'm writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: