I have almost always had long(ish) hair.
Layered hair, a variation of "The Rachel" for as many years as I can remember (if only I looked like "The Jennifer").
After a really rough year, 2 surgeries, and lifeless looking hair, it was time for a change.
So, about 8 weeks ago, I went from this:
It was freeing. Empowering. I was a new woman.
(about a week later on a family trip to the zoo)
I had been toying with the idea of the "inverted bob" for some time, but almost lost my nerve when I got into the chair. I mean, I was cutting off 6 inches all around, 7 to 8 in some of the back areas.
I was pretty sure I liked it, and after a couple of days of mirror shock (you know, the HOLY CRAP every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, forgetting that the reflection is, well, you), along with many compliments from friends, family, and even strangers, I loved it.
I have to say that after months of no makeup and pulling my hair back into a ponytail, all that hair dropping on the floor felt like a huge weight being lifted off of me.
And 7 weeks passed.
And all of a sudden my hair felt too long.
You be the judge (self portrait taken 3 days ago before lunching with the ladies):
(I feel a little bad about that, I mean it is just hair, after all)
Clearly, my hair was in no way long. It just felt . . . overgrown. Now that I was short-haired gal, I wanted it short.
Today's trip to the hairdresser produced the shortest hairstyle I have ever worn.
And it caused me a little stress.
I was expecting the same cut, but a little, well, shorter.
I got the shorter part.
I also got heart palpitations as she made the first few cuts.
But I had faith.
I LOVE my hairdresser.
I TRUST my hairdresser.
At one point I lost faith.
I lost trust.
But, true to form, she came through for me.
So, without further ado, the newly evolved Mommy:
From the front (darn Hubby and his close-up shots!)
I pass a mirror and get a nervous feeling in my tummy.
I don't know why, really.
Am I too vain?
Do I just need a little more confidence?
It's a haircut. It will grow (FYI, I am aware that I keep repeating this).
Apparently, quite quickly if it's anything like the last one.
I think I'm not used to being so trendy.
My cuts aren't usually so hip and high-maintenance looking (I say looking because the short cut is far easier to manage than long hair)
I can't put it in a ponytail when I'm having a bad hair day.
I feel like it stands out and calls attention to me, which is not something I normally prefer to do.
I've got the Mad Hatter to take care of that.
Then I think of Hubby's reaction when he got home from work.
I was surprised, he likes long hair and I thought it would take him some getting used to.
Instead, he has taken to calling me Posh. And telling me I look hot (thanks sweetie, but Posh, I am not - I could go into the many quite obvious differences, but I'll leave it at the fact that I quite enjoy smiling).
In her infinite wisdom, the MH had told me earlier that Daddy would LOVE my hair because it was so bee-you-tee-ful.
I should learn to listen to her opinions!
And maybe those of the 3 different strangers who have approached me since said haircut and complimented my hair.
I know in a couple of days I will be just fine.
I will go from being "ok" with it, to loving it.
I just need to lose the mirror shock, push away the self-conscious part of my brain wondering aloud if my face looks fat, and revel in the updated, fun, and stylish new me - maybe just the me I need to be right now.
And remind myself to revisit this blog entry before my next cut.
I will. not. go. shorter than THIS.