Last Thursday I got a haircut.
Not a ‘trim’ that would go unnoticed by 90% of the population, a haircut.
My hairdresser, Jodi, is almost 8 months pregnant and will (obviously and understandably) be taking some time off for a Maternity Leave.
Jodi has been cutting my hair for years and understands its quirks. For instance, I have one spot near the crown that she affectionately named my “dead zone.” Sometimes it cooperates, sometimes it does nothing. There are certain hairstyles that I just can’t have as a result.
Jodi helped me creatively cover up bald spots that I developed while I was in college. I assume it was Alopecia, but by the time I had a dermatologist appointment the hair had already started to grow back so I never found out the cause. I am sure it has something to do with the way I manifest stress.
About once a month I show up at Jodi’s with a folder full of photos of haircuts that I like (thank you, Pinterest). One peek at my board and you will think that I’m obsessed with Michelle Willams. If you don’t know, she’s the “Rachel” cut for short haired ladies everywhere.
I decided that I would go short for spring/summer so that the maintenance is a bit easier for the stylist who temporarily inherits me until September.
It has taken a few days for me to adjust, but today I finally love it.
One of the things that helped most was the reaction of a Kindergarten girl when I walked up to the school where I was teaching yesterday. As soon as she saw me, she said, “Miss A, you got a haircut! It looks really good!”
Much more reassuring than the people who say to you “did you get a haircut?” and then after you say “yes” you can almost hear crickets chirping (you know what I’m talking about!)
February 20th vs. April 24th.
A little more obvious now, right?
It was tricky to photograph myself but I think I managed to do a decent job of duplicating Mr. Mechanic’s photo from February.
Stay tuned for one of my more typical posts later in the week. I’m working on something that will either be amazing or an epic fail.
Thanks for visiting!
P.S. No, I’m not a redhead, but I sure wish I was!
P.P.S. Happy 42nd Anniversary (in a few hours), Mom & Dad!