It all started when I was about 8 or 9 and I realised that most of the pretty girls I knew had two things in common: their names started with J and they had fringes (that's bangs for you North Americans.) Now I knew that changing my name wasn't a feasible option so I chose option 2: cutting myself a fringe. I cut the length that I wanted, was disappointed when I saw that my hair was all bent and wonky (at this point was unaware of hair straighteners) and proceeded to rectify the situation by cutting it right back. Yes, that's right my solution was to cut it right back to my scalp: good problem solving technique Susie! Needless to say, mum wasn't too mad because she was aware of how much humiliation I would have to endure in the coming months. I had to wear a headband to cover the spiky hair for weeks! Not mentioning the half-year it took for me to look like a normal person again. Looking back on it I still don't feel bad because I can very clearly remember my (seemingly) rational reasoning for playing hairdresser.
I still can't trust myself with cutting my hair (or anyone else's) but I cannot find it in me to trust a hairdresser either. I find that I am more uncomfortable in a hairdressers chair than I am flying in a small aircraft. I've been bored with my hairstyle for a while because I've been trying to grow out layers and wear it long again. I'm reluctant to get a new hairstyle- I'm a low maintenance kind of girl who really can't be bothered with styling, coiffing and straightening. Well, only on special occasions. Consider yourself lucky if my hair isn't in it's normal wavy erratic state: it means you're extra special.
If you've gotten this far along in the post, I'm proud of you. Amusing anecdotes of someone else's hair really can't be that interesting. The reason behind such a fixation on hair today is that I got it in my head to cut my own hair. I really don't learn from prior mistakes. Once I decide something, I really should think it through more thoroughly. I'm a snap decision maker which is sometimes good but mostly it gets me in a bit of trouble. Fortunately, it all turned out well and I now have a sideish fringe that I can do more interesting things with. Happy endings on the hair front.
Have hairy gums OR ants crawling in your armpits?
I think I'd go with the ants.
I liked your hairy story! How was the movie Driving Lessons?
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ReplyDeleteAye... I know that story all too well. Flash back to grade 5 and me waiting patiently for my mother in her bathroom... who never came! And after what seemed like ages I trimmed my bangs myself. (Who needs mothers at that age anyways?) And they were uneven. Trimmed again, uneven... repeat repeat, till they were about 1.5 cm long and stuck up like a boy with spiked hair... that was a long 4 months recovery time! ...anyways.. I feel your pain from your past ;) xoxo
ReplyDeleteI never did that. What an angel i am. But I did finally get my hair trimmed this weekend, what a treat, it feels so good but now it feels like I lost half my hair! He kept the length but its got lots of bounce and shape which I am happy about. It reminds me that I want to buy a curling iron because I learned a technique for it but I've never tried it, and I feel like being high maintenance all of the sudden. Fun stuff. Show pics of your hair, bumb! (not your bumb hair)
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