Jan 27, 2011 11:42
Eep. I am about to brush my teeth and then leave for my haircut appointment. I am very nervous. I have got some pictures of the kind of thing I might want, and roommate J gets her hair cut by this person and really likes her, and her online reviews suggest that she is very good and very good at working with people to make sure they get both the cut they want and one that looks good on them, but eep.
I would also like to say that, although there haven't been a lot of occasions in my life when it would have been appropriate and therefore I am not blaming the world of unappreciative dudes for this, but the only time I can remember getting a compliment about my looks from someone of the male persuasion to whom I wasn't related was when one of the guys in my palaeography course in Toronto told me I had "sort of a Eowyn thing going on" with my long curly hair. Not that I find compliments from non-relative guys more validating than other compliments, but I think it was the combination of compliment and Lord of the Rings that did it. I'm not going to lie - I think my long hair lasted a good several months longer than it might have otherwise on the strength of that.
Anyway, now I'm going to perhaps try for something more along the lines of Leslie Winkle from Big Bang Theory, although I'll see what the hairdresser says, because I'd maybe like it a little shorter, and I'm not sure my hair is quite as curly as Sara Gilbert's. But we shall see. Before-and-after photos later.
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