Apr 17, 2006 21:21
I want to be shorn, I think. But I'm afraid that I've been affected by my older sibs (all male), and Richard Lovelace verses, and all those Regency romances I read as a tween and I am hesitating. Which is odd, really, because when I worked full time I kept my hair in a neat little bob and it looked pretty good but now it's down below my shoulders and sometimes I love it but often it's just a hassle. And it was 98 here today, in mid-April. My criteria has always been that it had to be off-my-neck-short or long enough for a pony tail but honestly the whole pony tail thing is not that flattering to my cherubic little roundish face. It really looks best about chin length but that breaks my "surviving Austin in August" rule.
Meanwhile, Dave is vaguely mortified that I grew it out in part because of a comment he made more than a year ago. He does, however, admit to preferring it long - he just wants it to be my idea.
Sigh. Yes, children, you'll still be vain about your hair at 43! At least it's a pretty honey color just going to gray. Silly nit!
thinkiness