Yes. That's right. I said that.
So. I have had to make some decisions about my hair. And I know that you as well have been thinking a lot about what I should do about my hair. How do you get anything done in a day with this weighing on your mind? Well, I've made a decision with the help of the entire Facebook community. You're welcome.
My hair has been pretty much the same since my mid- twenties, longish, a few layers, low maintenance. There have been a few times when I made some changes and cut quite a bit off, but I always ended up growing it out again.
I have been itching to chop-chop for awhile now. Mostly because I think my hair is a little overwhelming and because it's getting old and Grizzly Adams Beard looking.
It might be time to opt for a look that's a little more elegant. A little less "Someone Needs To Talk To Ellen About Her Hair".
The following is a photo essay of my hair in history. It is also a good example of narcissism and why the internet is dangerous.
|1966 - natural redhead?|
|1970. Workin' it.|
|1972. This is the last time I was cool.|
|2003. I knew it was wrong. Nose.|
So, you see, it's time for a change. Maybe not a drastic one. But I have to do something so that I don't end up looking like this:
|Me, except I don't wear furs.|
Or this. It's fine for her. But it's not for me.
|Save me from myself.|
My stylist called in sick today. Of course. Is it a sign? Perhaps. But likely not.
Tune in next time for the big reveal, which probably won't be that big.