Chopping block
I cut my hair this morning. I'd always sort of planned to do that, given that I had the house to myself this weekend; while I cut it back in March on my vacation, and I generally only cut my hair twice a year, I had some ends that should have come off back then and didn't. The stuff along my crown, because oftentimes it gets pinned or pulled back, gets damaged pretty easily. But I don't often want it short, or shorter, because then there's less I can do with it. But, when it resembles straw, it has to go.
Not gonna lie, given my headspace these past few days, cutting my hair was also a bit cathartic. Time to start fresh. I actually cut it a few times, in two different sessions, trying to get rid of the bad stuff. First I piled it into a ponytail atop my head to cut off the end and get rid of the long straw-like bits that frame my face. I thought I would be done after that, but as my hair dried and I could see other straw-like bits, I knew I had to go back and do more, so first came a pony in the middle of my head, then a pony at the nape of my neck, then came a frantic search for these mirrors my mom gave me for Christmas. I knew I needed to straighten things out in the back, but alas I have yet to grow a third hand to physically hold a mirror for me while I use the other two hands to hold the hair and cut it. These gift mirrors have an attached stand that's bendable, so you can put it on your counter as a make-up mirror, or hang it from somewhere, which was what I'd wanted to do. My shower curtain is directly across from my big bathroom mirror and I could have hung the little one on the rod so I could look into that one to see my reflection in the big mirror and therefore tell where I needed to cut my hair. Alas, despite tearing apart my cabinets, I couldn't find it. I could've sworn I put the mirrors in there. Very frustrating. Oh well. It got done, and I think it looks okay. And, even if it doesn't…I kinda don't care. This is why God invented ponytail holders.
Not gonna lie, given my headspace these past few days, cutting my hair was also a bit cathartic. Time to start fresh. I actually cut it a few times, in two different sessions, trying to get rid of the bad stuff. First I piled it into a ponytail atop my head to cut off the end and get rid of the long straw-like bits that frame my face. I thought I would be done after that, but as my hair dried and I could see other straw-like bits, I knew I had to go back and do more, so first came a pony in the middle of my head, then a pony at the nape of my neck, then came a frantic search for these mirrors my mom gave me for Christmas. I knew I needed to straighten things out in the back, but alas I have yet to grow a third hand to physically hold a mirror for me while I use the other two hands to hold the hair and cut it. These gift mirrors have an attached stand that's bendable, so you can put it on your counter as a make-up mirror, or hang it from somewhere, which was what I'd wanted to do. My shower curtain is directly across from my big bathroom mirror and I could have hung the little one on the rod so I could look into that one to see my reflection in the big mirror and therefore tell where I needed to cut my hair. Alas, despite tearing apart my cabinets, I couldn't find it. I could've sworn I put the mirrors in there. Very frustrating. Oh well. It got done, and I think it looks okay. And, even if it doesn't…I kinda don't care. This is why God invented ponytail holders.