The story of my new hair.
Wow, long time, no write. Harrrdcore.
So, I got my hair cut. Harrrdcore.
Okay...deep breath...I don't want to have to keep repeating this complicated story, so here it is in print. :)
So I'm friends with this awesome chick named Maggie...and all the while I've known her, she's been very good at doing hair. In fact, this girl always has had the most perfectawesome hair every time I saw her. She is now working at probably the most hip hair salon in the area, Onyx. She's also still in training, and asked if I wanted to be a hair model, and she'd do my hair for free. I agreed, because she's pretty much the shit at doing hair. :)
I initially wanted to keep my hair as it was...really long, and tapered around my face (it was short in the front and really long in the back). That's the way I'd had it for a few years, and really liked it that way. I wanted her to trim around my layers (around my face, and towards the back equally), to get the split ends off...the dead ends of my hair were getting pretty bad, so I knew she'd have to cut at least an inch or two. She held up one of my shorter layers around my face, with about an inch and a half of hair sticking up above her fingers, and asked me if that is how much I wanted cut off my hair. I said yes, that was perfect!
Ah, miscommunication, how I love thee! What she meant was...using that short layer as a guide, she cut ALL the way around the back of my hair, probably taking off (I'm really speculating) somewhere between 5 and 8 inches. I didn't realize what was happening until I shook my head and realized that my hair came across my shoulders...I really started to panic. I was in tears until she styled it and showed me my new hair in the mirror...and then I thought to myself..."wow, this looks awesome. It's shorter than I think I've ever had it in my conscious memory, but...it's so shiny and smooth and...pretty!!!"
So, I still feel mixed about this. I'm upset more at myself for this miscommunication, but...in a big way, I'm glad I miscommunicated. My hair has never been this soft and healthy...and I knew I was gonna cut it all off some day...I was just waiting until God gave me a sign...maybe this was that sign...and what a pretty sign it is. 8-) Plus, the way Mags layered ever-so-slightly in the back is really really cool.
AND, this gives me even more of an incentive to change my hair further...I want some funky color now. I've had the exact same hairstyle since my junior year of high school...I'm just about to be a senior in college...maybehaps it's about time to try on a new me. :)
So, I got my hair cut. Harrrdcore.
Okay...deep breath...I don't want to have to keep repeating this complicated story, so here it is in print. :)
So I'm friends with this awesome chick named Maggie...and all the while I've known her, she's been very good at doing hair. In fact, this girl always has had the most perfectawesome hair every time I saw her. She is now working at probably the most hip hair salon in the area, Onyx. She's also still in training, and asked if I wanted to be a hair model, and she'd do my hair for free. I agreed, because she's pretty much the shit at doing hair. :)
I initially wanted to keep my hair as it was...really long, and tapered around my face (it was short in the front and really long in the back). That's the way I'd had it for a few years, and really liked it that way. I wanted her to trim around my layers (around my face, and towards the back equally), to get the split ends off...the dead ends of my hair were getting pretty bad, so I knew she'd have to cut at least an inch or two. She held up one of my shorter layers around my face, with about an inch and a half of hair sticking up above her fingers, and asked me if that is how much I wanted cut off my hair. I said yes, that was perfect!
Ah, miscommunication, how I love thee! What she meant was...using that short layer as a guide, she cut ALL the way around the back of my hair, probably taking off (I'm really speculating) somewhere between 5 and 8 inches. I didn't realize what was happening until I shook my head and realized that my hair came across my shoulders...I really started to panic. I was in tears until she styled it and showed me my new hair in the mirror...and then I thought to myself..."wow, this looks awesome. It's shorter than I think I've ever had it in my conscious memory, but...it's so shiny and smooth and...pretty!!!"
So, I still feel mixed about this. I'm upset more at myself for this miscommunication, but...in a big way, I'm glad I miscommunicated. My hair has never been this soft and healthy...and I knew I was gonna cut it all off some day...I was just waiting until God gave me a sign...maybe this was that sign...and what a pretty sign it is. 8-) Plus, the way Mags layered ever-so-slightly in the back is really really cool.
AND, this gives me even more of an incentive to change my hair further...I want some funky color now. I've had the exact same hairstyle since my junior year of high school...I'm just about to be a senior in college...maybehaps it's about time to try on a new me. :)