This is my "one month checkup," thus the #1 in the pic. Let me explain. Maybe you can relate.
It has never been thick or luxurious. I joke that I have the same exact amount as I did when I was 6 months old. But I guess I'm more attached to it than just by the root.
Oh, the hair woes of cut and color that I have known.
On August 16, I got it cut, and I have been mentally flogging myself ever since. I do not like the haircut.
"What?" you say. "Big deal! Get over it! It's only hair! It will grow back! Be thankful that you have some!"
Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.
But I don't like the haircut. Never doing it again. I will let it grow into three long scraggly strands and braid them up on my head-- or whatever I do in the future, I will NOT cut it like this again.
We went to the Columbus Zoo a few days before the cut. Here is what it looked like. Again, not great hair, but OK hair.
Then I went to see my new stylist (who fixed me up for Katie's wedding in June, as seen here. I loved this look):
So I LOVE my stylist. She is a great person and great stylist. This unhappiness is not her doing. I agreed we should take up the back a little to make it look healthier and a little more trendy. And here is what it looked like the next day:
I had cutter's remorse. I felt like a 50 year old boy, which is bad, since A)I'm a woman and B) I'm only 48. Somehow, I just felt less feminine, and a little exposed.
I felt like:
And that weekend, I had my 30th class reunion, and here's what it looked like:
Oh good merciful heavens. I hate that above pic with a white-hot hatred rivaled only by the white-hot hatred of my ghostly white skin.
The thing is, my hair grows very slowly. Some people swear it all grows about the same length per month, but I disagree. I will have this length for MONTHS.
So to prove myself either right or wrong, I'm going to take a pic every month to chronicle the growth or nongrowth, whichever.
So here is Month 1:
Yes, it's brassy. That's because I desire a warm blonde, not ashy or champagne. I'm ok with brassy.
And just in case you can't tell how much growth there is, here it is in "heat map."
I am not happy wearing it straight. I am not happy turning it under. I am not happy flipping it back, as it is here:
This is how I feel when I leave every morning for work: "I hope this doesn't look too weird." And every time I see myself in the mirror, on the inside, I'm making this face.
So here is haircut vs. 1 month. NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE.
I've had worse. I've had orange hair done by a salon of high reputation. I've cut my own hair worse. I've won a "Worst Bed Head" contest. Still, I am not a happy haircut camper. It's my blog, and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to ....
I'm living with it because I have to. If I weren't an old lady, I'd get extensions.
So what can I do? Nothing. I just can't wait to see how long it actually takes to grow out again. And so, being a glutton for punishment, I'm chronicling the re-growth here.
What's your bad cut/color story?