Remember my hair?
Here is a picture of it one week ago:
It is in a ponytail because that is pretty much how I've been wearing it for the last year. It had gotten mad-long, and I couldn't deal with it and its funky, grown-out layers and its flatness, so whoop, every morning, up in a ponytail it would go.
It is only because of an unfortunate concatenation of circumstances that I ended up with such long hair. Not that long hair is bad. I'm sure your long hair looks great on you, but I'm of the opinion that it's better to have a haircut that is flattering than hair that is pretty in itself, and I am definitely a person who looks better with shorter hair. Mine is very fine and stick-straight, and when it gets longer it starts weighing itself down, and then it's all over. Flat, boring hair.
In 2005, I'd finally found a stylist I really, really liked. I went to her a couple of times, called two months later for an appointment, and discovered she'd dropped off the face of the earth. Then I quit my job, then I got pregnant and spent eight months forcing myself to eat food I didn't want, then I had a baby and before I knew it I'd been talking about getting my hair cut for nearly two years. Last week I finally did it.
That used to be attached to me. Creepy, huh?
The happy result of my pathological inability to just pick up the phone and make a freaking hair appointment already is that some child will benefit. One of my college professors had a son with alopecia areata, and ever since I knew him I've wanted to grow my hair out to give to Locks of Love, but I'd always get sick of it before it was long enough and chop it off again. This time, I made it! I had well over ten inches and plenty left on my head. Since I'd been planning to cut it as short as necessary to get enough to send in, I was happy to end up with a bob.
Did I ever tell you about how my youngest brother used to be obsessed with various words? For a long time it was the word "midget" (which he used as all parts of speech for many months) but for a while it was the man's name "Bob". The kid was totally thrilled when his fifth-grade class went to see the Christmas Spectacular and one of the performers who came on stage was... a midget named Bob! Two of his favorite things, together as one! I believe I'll always think of my brother when I hear the word "bob" said with any kind of enthusiasm.
At any rate, my sister (who is in Austria for the semester now. I know she was supposed to guest post some more but she never got around to it while she was here. You should email her to tell her what a bummer that is! Or just to say hi - she's a little down these days and I bet she'd appreciate it.) wanted to see pictures of my new haircut, since she's not here to see it in person.
How many do you think we'll need to make her happy? How about one that makes my nose look big?
Or! How about a dirty-yucky-unwashed hair picture? That should be cute!
(I am probably not the cutest part of that picture.)
How about an it's-so-dark-you-can't-actually-see-the-hair picture?
Anyone got a recommendation for a good under-eye concealer? I'm not joking.
And... if my sister wants to see more she'll have to email me, because I'd like to have some readers left. Sheesh.