From the Hair Files: Going Long
So remember when I first got my controversial (to me, anyway) shorter 'do?
(Check it: I am SO skeptical of my head-suit)
Well. After all the fuss I made over chopping it all off, all the angst, all the drama...I finally came to kind of like my shorter hair. I felt sassy, fashionable. And I was getting a ton of compliments on the new crop to boot. So what's the rational response to all of this Positive, Pro-Short Hair feedback?
Decide to grow it long again, of course.
I know. It's just...I got bored. This bob can only be worn two ways: curly (but still fussed with) or straight (which involves major fussing-with). I miss having hair long enough to throw in a twist or pull into a pony tail. I miss braids. I even miss pigtails (though I certainly can only rock those at home or at a gym). I missed having all of those options. And now that I'm a practiced hand at blow-drying and flat ironing, I can add "straight" to the two ways I can wear it down.
I also feel like I have the rest of my life to have short hair. I'm going to be 37 in two months. Now's the time to embrace long hair. I know stars like Julianne Moore still have gorgeous, long flowing locks in their 50s, but let's face it. Julianne Moore has a coterie of stylists at her beck and call. I most certainly do not.
And this time, I'm going to do long hair right, dagnabbit. When I was in college it was long, long, super-long, looooooooong. But all one length. No style. No movement. No lift. Nada. Hippie Hair is ok when you're 18 and it's 1992. Not so flattering now.
But I have a plan of action! I have already broached the idea to my Hot Irish Hairstylist, and he was all for it (I was shocked, I fully expected that man to coax me into a pixie cut next). He said I should keep my next appointment and he'd trim it to get the style ready for the big Grow Out.
I've even armed myself with a picture of a length and style I think would work on me:
So imagine that style, but brunette not blonde. And imagine me, not the impossibly hot Heidi Klum (although, Heidi's a mom of young kidlets too...so clealry this can be considered a Mom Style. Right?). I like the length and I like the layers; they are long, but cropped enough to give the style plenty of shape and volume.
Anyhoodle, that's my latest attack on the seemingly endless makeover that has been taking place on top of my head since junior high. What say you?
(Check it: I am SO skeptical of my head-suit)
Well. After all the fuss I made over chopping it all off, all the angst, all the drama...I finally came to kind of like my shorter hair. I felt sassy, fashionable. And I was getting a ton of compliments on the new crop to boot. So what's the rational response to all of this Positive, Pro-Short Hair feedback?
Decide to grow it long again, of course.
I know. It's just...I got bored. This bob can only be worn two ways: curly (but still fussed with) or straight (which involves major fussing-with). I miss having hair long enough to throw in a twist or pull into a pony tail. I miss braids. I even miss pigtails (though I certainly can only rock those at home or at a gym). I missed having all of those options. And now that I'm a practiced hand at blow-drying and flat ironing, I can add "straight" to the two ways I can wear it down.
I also feel like I have the rest of my life to have short hair. I'm going to be 37 in two months. Now's the time to embrace long hair. I know stars like Julianne Moore still have gorgeous, long flowing locks in their 50s, but let's face it. Julianne Moore has a coterie of stylists at her beck and call. I most certainly do not.
And this time, I'm going to do long hair right, dagnabbit. When I was in college it was long, long, super-long, looooooooong. But all one length. No style. No movement. No lift. Nada. Hippie Hair is ok when you're 18 and it's 1992. Not so flattering now.
But I have a plan of action! I have already broached the idea to my Hot Irish Hairstylist, and he was all for it (I was shocked, I fully expected that man to coax me into a pixie cut next). He said I should keep my next appointment and he'd trim it to get the style ready for the big Grow Out.
I've even armed myself with a picture of a length and style I think would work on me:
So imagine that style, but brunette not blonde. And imagine me, not the impossibly hot Heidi Klum (although, Heidi's a mom of young kidlets too...so clealry this can be considered a Mom Style. Right?). I like the length and I like the layers; they are long, but cropped enough to give the style plenty of shape and volume.
Anyhoodle, that's my latest attack on the seemingly endless makeover that has been taking place on top of my head since junior high. What say you?