I have a three o'clock appointment to get a cut. Or a trim, if I chicken out. I like this one at the left because I'm not so into the sleek look that has been popular for, oh, the last 25 years or so. I like messy hair with messy parts. I like texture.
Now, I really, really think the one on the left is cute. Notice it is layered and not so sleek. The one next to it, I do not like. However, three years ago, when my eldest graduated, I got a short cut, the shortest of my life. I liked it for about 36 hours. And I've been growing it out ever since. THAT'S THREE YEARS, PEOPLE. So whatever I do, I know I do not want this:
Many people have told me I looked older with this haircut. Well, that is the kiss of death in hairstyles. My daughter says it's because I curled it under. (?)
I have had it similar to this one before.
And these two are just a'ight.
I have also gone darker and redder before, but they don't stay because I killed my pigment. I go blonde in just a few short weeks. Which is OK, because when you grow up being very blonde, it's hard to think of yourself as otherwise, just the same as you brunettes, if you suddenly went blonde, you'd think, "This isn't even me." So that's why I pretty much stick with blonde, anyway. This pic was taken on my 43rd birthday. I felt ugly and heavy. So please don't tell me you like this one.
Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about today. It'll all be over soon. And it's only hair, right? It'll all grow out, right? Even if it takes me years as compared to your months to grow out. Oh well. Perspective: I have hair. I am not going through chemo. It's only hair.