You can read about my hair experience here.
And now that I've lived with it, and somewhat maintained it for the past 6 months, I have to say, I'm missing my longer hair.
(Cue phone call from DH....NOW.)
I got my haircut so I'd actually have to do it each day rather than sling it back into a ponytail. I wanted to look more mature. Oh I look mature, all right, like a 48 year-old office worker going through menapause. It's aged me in ways I didn't want, and now, all I can do is wait.
I'm thinking maybe somewhere between chin and shoulder-length, all one layer, no bangs. Which is a long way of from where I'm at right now...I'm a cross between a lesbian mullet and Justin Bieber. This is one of the few times I'm thankful that it's still winter and I don't have to leave the house much...and when I do, a hat is usually involved.
|On a 16 year-old boy, it looks good. On an almost-32 year-old mom, it just looks awful.|
I wanted to look pull-together and polished, and I feel like the only look I've achieved is "homeless."
(That's not even fair to habitat-challenged folks; I've seen some news footage of soup lines with people that have better hair than I do standing in it.)
I am somewhat lucky in that my hair grows pretty fast and it's a nice color naturally. That all falls under the same catergory with the fat girl with the pretty face. It's a small piece of good news.
As spring approaches, I'll be bringing back the Grace-Kelly-windblown-scarf-look. Now all I need is some big black sunglasses, red lipstick, and a convertable.