It's gone, precious!
Two nights ago I had a nightmare. I had gone in to get my hair cut and came out with a bob, so short that my hair didn't even cover the back of my neck.
Excepting infancy, my hair has always covered the back of my neck. I'd feel naked without hair covering me up.
It was quite the traumatizing dream. I tried to make the best of the situation when all I wanted to do was curl up and cry. Like Jo, my hair is my one beauty. It must remain!
I figure this dream came about because I went in to get my hair cut this morning.
Just for the record, I did not get a bob. I don't believe in bobs. I believe in long, luscious hair that a man will one day be privileged enough to run his hands through. In the mean time, I get to run my hands through my hair, which really does spill like silk down my back. I was at EFY once, waiting on some activity to start. Becky, a girl in my county (group), had a toy spider she enjoyed putting in people's hair. Spotting me sitting down, she came over and put the spider in my hair. It slid right out. The look of astonishment on her face was deeply gratifying. She tried to place the spider again; again it fell right out.
Silky hair: 2
Spider: 0
Allison requested a before and after pic, even though, quite frankly, I don't look that much different.
BEFORE: This is my "I've been awake less than an hour and don't know how to take a picture" face:
You can clearly see the spills of hair. Lovely, right? Yes is the correct answer. Please ignore the face. And the fact that it looks like my hair is held back by sunglasses. I didn't wash it in the shower, since I knew Wesley (my hairdresser, not my brother) would wash it for me. No point in washing it twice in an hour.
These here shots are post-haircut. Can you tell the difference?
Can you? (Besides the fact that it's sleeker because Wesley loaded me up with product)
How about with my hair pulled up?
Yay! I got bangy-thingies! I say "bangy-thingies" instead of "bangs" because...I don't like to think that I have bangs. And they kind of aren't. Ish.
Point of the story: I love it! Except that the shortest bits are just short enough that they don't tuck behind my ears, which might possibly drive me nuts. I may have to master the art of bobby pins until they grow out.
I'm happy. I was out of the house by nine-fifteen and came back with a pretty haircut. I also paid my credit card bill. It's been a productive summer day!
"Trying to convince Kyoko she deserved to be treated specially was like trying to convince a cow it was a horse and you were going to ride it. Things ended poorly for both parties." ~~Broken Slipper
Excepting infancy, my hair has always covered the back of my neck. I'd feel naked without hair covering me up.
It was quite the traumatizing dream. I tried to make the best of the situation when all I wanted to do was curl up and cry. Like Jo, my hair is my one beauty. It must remain!
I figure this dream came about because I went in to get my hair cut this morning.
Just for the record, I did not get a bob. I don't believe in bobs. I believe in long, luscious hair that a man will one day be privileged enough to run his hands through. In the mean time, I get to run my hands through my hair, which really does spill like silk down my back. I was at EFY once, waiting on some activity to start. Becky, a girl in my county (group), had a toy spider she enjoyed putting in people's hair. Spotting me sitting down, she came over and put the spider in my hair. It slid right out. The look of astonishment on her face was deeply gratifying. She tried to place the spider again; again it fell right out.
Silky hair: 2
Spider: 0
Allison requested a before and after pic, even though, quite frankly, I don't look that much different.
BEFORE: This is my "I've been awake less than an hour and don't know how to take a picture" face:
You can clearly see the spills of hair. Lovely, right? Yes is the correct answer. Please ignore the face. And the fact that it looks like my hair is held back by sunglasses. I didn't wash it in the shower, since I knew Wesley (my hairdresser, not my brother) would wash it for me. No point in washing it twice in an hour.
These here shots are post-haircut. Can you tell the difference?
Can you? (Besides the fact that it's sleeker because Wesley loaded me up with product)
How about with my hair pulled up?
Yay! I got bangy-thingies! I say "bangy-thingies" instead of "bangs" because...I don't like to think that I have bangs. And they kind of aren't. Ish.
Point of the story: I love it! Except that the shortest bits are just short enough that they don't tuck behind my ears, which might possibly drive me nuts. I may have to master the art of bobby pins until they grow out.
I'm happy. I was out of the house by nine-fifteen and came back with a pretty haircut. I also paid my credit card bill. It's been a productive summer day!
"Trying to convince Kyoko she deserved to be treated specially was like trying to convince a cow it was a horse and you were going to ride it. Things ended poorly for both parties." ~~Broken Slipper