| | Ladies... Ya know when you are done being pampered at the salon, you want to peek at yourself in mirrors - catch a reflection of your new hair as you pass by picture windows? I can't do that.
I've loved what my stylist has done with my hair for the past year. She's been great with artsy color and unique "weird" haircuts. I've been asymmetrical for quite some time - the right side of my hair was significantly longer than the left side.
This time, I told her I wanted to grow out my hair a bit and that I wanted the blonde changed in the front. I gave her free reign with the color and cut with those stipulations in place. In fact, I wanted to be surprised, so I didn't even face the mirror. When I felt the long chunk being whacked off, I questioned it, and she said we need to balance out the sides to grow it out.
Then she showed me her work of art. I could at least hold back the tears until I got to the car. But I outright said "I look like a boy". She said to give it some time - that I would get used to it.
So this morning, I dared to look in the mirror. And I started sobbing.
Lately, change has been extremely hard for me. The video store closed and I'm still not used to netflix (and I will not keep selling my soul to Blockbuster). I cried over that. And my hair... I've always been ok with change as far as my hair goes... it grows quickly and I like having something different every time. But it's so bloody short.
I guess my only choices are to 1. shampoo and spray my hair with the hair grow quick stuff that does work or 2. drive back out there with the tears and beg her to give me extensions.
Maybe I'll get brave enough to post a photo at the other blog.
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