Haircut Woes

Every few years, like when I hit a milestone birthday (I turned 41 in September - which is MUCH harder than 40), I start to wonder, will I ever have long flowing hair again? Or am I stuck with short hair for the rest of my life, another 40 some-odd years? I like short hair. Bill is quick to tell me he likes me in short hair, frequently. but sometimes I'd love to pull it back in a pony tail. Long hair is pretty. It's sexier.

So, in May, I decided to grow my hair out. I suffered through seven months of awkward stages of growth, only to hit the Christmas season and think, "Why? I want to look my best during the holidays. I think I'll get it cut." Well, of course, it had been so long since I got it cut that I was sure whether to just put in a few layers to soften it and give it some movement, or go all the way and cut it short again. I didn't know until I got to the salon.

Then I saw a picture of Whitney Houston's new do in a magazine while I was waiting. She was sporting long blond polished layers. I really liked it (can you believe it?) and showed it to my hairdresser. My fatal flaw was saying, "But I'd like the front a little shorter. I don't like it in my face." She took this to heart and cut the "fringe" as they call bangs at my eyebrows. And of course, when it dried, it was even shorter! I have been working with my new cut all morning, and am not happy. It looks like a mullet! The back and sides are still long, but with layers, so they flow better and lay nicely. But the front looks like it did when my big brother took it upon himself to cut my bangs when I was four. They look extremely short and out of proportion to everything else.

So, if you see me around town, or over the holidays, please try not to stare. I've become philosophical again as I used to about bad haircuts. It will look better in two weeks. So much for looking my best for Christmas!