I promised myself that I would do some pampering over this year's spring break. And I did. I got a pedicure, had my eyebrows 'done', and took lots of naps. All this between various child-related events such as the zoo.
It has been so long since I had my hair cut that I could not say exactly when I last sat in the chair. Some time in May or June of 2013 was the best that I could do. So I was ready, but nervous.
I went to a place called Blondes, Brunettes, and Redheads, and saw Nancy. She asked me what I wanted, and all I could remember to say was that I wanted to be able to put my hair in a pony tail. That was it. All that whining I've been doing since last year? Vanished. I sat there quietly.
After Nancy started cutting, THEN my brain snapped to it. Absolutely NO bobs, it said. More volume at the crown. Watch out for all the cowlicks! A seemingly never ending stream of comments, saved up over the last year, flooded my consciousness.
So did I speak up? Absolutely not! Are you crazy? Never try to tell a woman with scissors what to do, especially when she is cutting your hair! I kept all that commenting in my head where it belonged.
And I did not leave with a bob, nor did I end up with the Fat Girl Special(super short hair to make those pounds vanish!). I ended up with a sort of layered medium cut, and I am happy.
Now I need a nap!
