I did it again. More changes. I really don’t like my hair. I wish I had someone else’s hair. Someone with thick, luxurious long hair. Sadly, I may have been born with a swell craft gene and a brain that can hold onto random bits of trivia and song lyrics, but I definitely wasn’t blessed with hair.
I tried cutting bangs, that didn’t work for me. I tried getting a flat iron and styling it straight. Still not working. I called my sister (my hairdresser) this week and told her that I need an emergency appointment. I want all of my hair cut off.
I had her cut it off about a year ago and although everyone liked it and I pretty much liked it, Luke couldn’t stand it and I was tired of hearing him complain, so I grew it back. I want to be someone with long hair. I’ve always pictured myself as an old lady with long gray braids, but just because I can grow it doesn’t mean I should have it. I was starting to look like a hag with nasty, scraggly hair. But not any longer. This morning I stopped by my sister’s salon for a shearing. It’s all gone. It’s also straight right now because she likes to blow-dry it straight, but I can’t wait to wash it and see how curly it gets.
Now I have bouncy, perky hair. Short and flouncy. Actually, in one picture I took of myself I looked just like Amanda – glasses and all. Maybe secretly I want to be Amanda – except for that pregnancy thing, of course.