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24 March 2017 @ 04:52 pm
new hair!  

My hair has been driving me increasingly crazy. I challenged myself to grow it for…three years, or something. Around the time Indy was born, until my 40th birthday. And I’m now a few months shy of my 44th and had kept it long, but all I ever do with it is pull it into a ponytail, or sometimes braid it, and eventually get the ends that are wrecked from ponytail holders trimmed off. And it’s just been driving me nuts. Not the weight, but the presence. The bits sliding into my face. All of it. Just hate.

So I got it cut off yesterday.

The hairdresser, whom I’ve gone to for some time and whom I have warned since the beginning that someday I would come in and tell her to cut it all off, still asked me four times if I was sure.

I was sure. She said, after a while, “It’s so weird to actually get to *cut* someone’s hair. Usually people are really precious about their hair and want a millimeter off. This is really strange!”

“Have you had short hair before?” she asked. “All my life,” I said. “Long hair is not my norm.”

“…I actually don’t remember what you looked like with long hair,” she said, upon finishing. “It’s like you’ve always come in for this haircut. This is your haircut!”

Which is true, but I still almost don’t recognize myself. Except it also looks more like me than long hair, so that’s confusing. :)

I’d told Indy I was going to get my hair cut almost as short as his. He thought that was pretty funny. This morning when he saw me, he gasped and said, “Cute haircut! It IS almost as short as mine!”

I managed not to use a gallon of shampoo (in fact, I was trying so hard not to I didn’t use quite enough!) but I forgot I wouldn’t need two towels anymore. It took two seconds to blow it dry and spritz some stuff into it for shape and then I was done and it was wonderful.

I figured my head would be cold and feel weirdly light for a couple of days, and I was prepared, upon walking out of the hairdresser’s, to go BRRR! Except I didn’t. It just felt RIGHT and FINE and GOOD. And the only time my head felt lighter was *immediately* after she took the first really big hunk off the back. It’s just felt *better* since then.

So I’m glad I whacked it all off.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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Laura Anne Gilmansuricattus on March 24th, 2017 04:07 pm (UTC)
That first shower after a Significant Haircut is always so weird...

mazel tov!

(says she who also chopped about 6 inches off last year and has not regretted it a bit)
-peartreealley on March 24th, 2017 05:07 pm (UTC)
Looks great! I just whacked off 11 inches this week (to just-below-shoulders). The hairstylist thought I was nuts, and I'm still a bit in shock. XD I don't regret it at all, though.
annathepiper on March 24th, 2017 07:27 pm (UTC)
Looks good! :)
Geek of Weird Shit: statlerwaldorfgows on March 24th, 2017 11:07 pm (UTC)
Yep, the short hair is definitely You. :)
desperance: lukedesperance on March 25th, 2017 06:47 am (UTC)
...So you do know the next stage is to take a razor to it, right?

You'll never look back.

There'll be nothing left to look back at.
kitmizkit on March 25th, 2017 08:42 am (UTC)
Been there, done that! I took it down to a quarter inch when I lived in San Francisco (after melting it with bleach) and it was the best haircut I've ever had. (Also, being in San Francisco, EVERYBODY flirted with me. It was awesome.) But Ted asked me not to do that again, so I haven't.
desperancedesperance on March 25th, 2017 09:10 am (UTC)
Heh. Wretched spousal types, being the ruin of a good haircut. Are there photos?
leecetheartist on March 25th, 2017 07:33 am (UTC)
Damn fine look!