No, that's not a picture of me, but that's the hairstyle I got my hair snipped into this afternoon. I went from waist length hair to the little crop you see here, and let me say this... I love it!
Everyone at the salon was freaking out when I arrived and word got around what I was about to do - cut, yes cut, and color my hair. Several patrons in hair rollers and half a head full of extensions came to ask me why I'd do such a thing. I simply replied, "Because it's time for a change."
They don't realize I've had the same style for oh, something like 15 years. Long hair does seem to be the romantic "it" hairstyle to some, so I guess I can understand their questions.
A crowd of about seven people, hairstylists and patrons, gathered as my stylist went to do the first chop. One woman stood next to me with her hand over her mouth. There were actual gasps of shock and horror as she began sawing away at the bundled hair she'd gathered at the nape of my neck.
"Oh, god, it's thick," the stylist commented, and then the snipping sound stopped. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and the next thing I know the owner of the salon is holding up 12 inches up hacked off hair like a spoil of war for everyone to alternately cringe at and admire.
Bizarre, huh? The owner then took the banded length and put it into a bag for me. I plan to donate the length to Locks of Love, an organization that makes human hair wigs for children who've lost their hair due to chemotherapy and other medical reasons.
It took three hours to fashion my hair into something resembling the picture shown. I have the cut, just not the short bangs - my face is too round for that. Throughout the entire sitting, people kept coming up to me with questions: "why did I do it?" "how did it feel shorter?" "did I regret it?" I didn't say so to any of them, but I truly feel a bit liberated. As weird as it sounds, over the years too much emphasis has been put on my hair. My family is always commenting about Cora's long wavy hair. People in town recognized me for my hair, and at times complete strangers would even come up to touch it like it was animal fur. To be free of that is a bit like turning over a new leaf.
So there you have it, my hair cut story and wonky post for today.