On Friday I went in for my first haircut in ten months. And we went for it. My friend Cindy cut the hell out of it. We went half the way first, about five inches, plus or minus, and I could feel the life draining from me. With the encouragement of other folks in the salon, we took it up another three inches, plus or minus.
I couldn't be more thrilled. This is a haircut I can work with. The curly bob for burlesque? I can't wait to try. Decent hair, HEALTHY hair, the minute I wake up? It's dreamy. I have never had a healthy head of hair. It took this much cutting to get it all smooth and shiny again, I think. I am a lady who likes to hide behind her hair, but it hasn't really ever worked the way I thought it did.
Then I remembered I've HAD this haircut before. I gave it to myself in India over twenty years ago (more on that soon), because it was TOO damn hot for my long, scraggly do.
And THEN I remembered I really like to draw this hair. During a brief moment where I was fantasizing about leaving architecture school to go to FIT in NYC, I used to draw this haircut on a whole lot of stringy looking models with funny outfits.
It's just so crazy to think of how I have steadfastly clung to long hair, every day looking in the mirror and waiting it to grow just that little bit longer, enough to magically make me feel beautiful. I was joking with a friend the other day that a short haircut on a woman of my age can sometimes signify the slippery slope into middle age. I'm going to work this hair as hard as I can to make sure that doesn't happen. It may seem silly, but this haircut is going to be saving me a lot of hassles and headaches, and I'm really thrilled!