I have an interesting relationship with my hair. I'm not gonna go all crazy and say that my hair is more difficult than anyone else's and its so hard to be me with my curly red hair, but I am gonna be honest - sometimes my hair looks pretty, but unless it's cut perfectly, most times its a pain in the ass.
Over the last few weeks it's been just that - finally getting long and sometimes pretty, but awkwardly kinky in the back to remind me that I have middle eastern roots. The last few days, I "semi-straightened" it because the tight/kinky curls in the back were driving me crazy. I've been semi-casually throwing around the idea of cutting it off - even going as short as a pixie, but I've seen some disastrous short cuts over the years and I didn't want to be one of those girls.
I've done this before. My senior year of college, my hair was down to the middle of my back and I was so over it. There's only so much you can do with hair when its that thick and kinky and curly and all you want is hair that's easy to manage. I wanted "throw in some goop and walk out the door" hair, but with this mass, the only fast and easy way to walk out the door was to put it in a ponytail.
Returning to the present, I got up yesterday morning and took the obligatory "I'm getting my hair cut today" before pictures.
My pain in the ass hair picked the day I was getting it cut to look cute. (at least I though so anyway. you're entitled to your opinion) It was even relatively easy to manage yesterday. Bah humbug. It's like it knew I was planning to cut it and was trying to convince me not to go through with it.
Regardless, I drove myself and my hair out to the salon after work and told the wonderful girl cutting it that I wanted to go as short as possible without it looking stupid. I'm pretty sure those were my actual words. I didn't really know what that meant, since I don't know if I have the bone structure to pull off a pixie or to completely shave my head. My sister and I talked about shaving our heads years ago in solidarity when our youngest sis found out she was/is Alopecian (that's right. I just sent you to Wikipedia), but we kept making excuses to not go through with it. Mine was "I have to look professional when I'm giving speeches (in competition)". Of course, in retrospect, that was dumb. If anyone on the competitive speech circuit judged me for shaving my head, I should have been able to tell them to suck it and not face any real consequences.
After a few minutes of chatting and trying to figure out what to do, she started cutting away. It was different than last time when the woman who cut my hair just put it all back in a ponytail and cut it off. This time she cut each piece one at a time, starting with the back/bottom and working up and out towards the front/sides - maybe because it started out shorter? I don't know. I didn't ask.
It was important to both of us that I didn't end up with "mom" hair, but the way my hair curls, that is a pretty big challenge. When I got home, I wasn't sure about it. The cut was cute, but the curls were funny. Though in my teens I may have been the type of person to cry when something about my hair was not perfect, I can happily say that I am much more relaxed about my hair now. I played with my flat iron and took out a lot of the curl that said "I have 3 kids to drop off at school before I head to the gym in 1993", and ended up with this:
*sidenote: I will not pretend I am a model and make ridiculous "modeling" faces for these pictures. I will stick to these "regular" ridiculous faces.
It's a smidgy-smidge longer in the front to help combat "mom-ism" - stylist's idea - and the weirdest part is now that it's the shortest its ever been, it actually feels thicker. When I run my fingers through it, it doesn't just fall back down where it was, it stays poofed out. I don't really understand. Maybe it has something to do with my product I put in it, but it didn't do that before...so...I think it has to do with the length and not having all that extra weight putting it down.
Since I haven't even had this haircut for 24 hours, I am very much still getting used to it.