I might have reached my wall. I’ve had hair strands that pull in these scrunchies for months but now it’s getting particularly annoying and painful. It’s like someone yanking on your hair one strand at a time. And I’m jack of it.
So, a few hours ago, I took off the scrunchie and headband and shook my hair out so it is flowing loosely over my shoulders. I COULD wear it that way all the time but I’m not really up for it. I had hair I could sit on back in the 80s and that whole chestnut about ‘I can’t go out because I’m washing my hair’ was absolutely true. By the time you wash it, condition it, comb it through, rinse it properly, towel dry it and then blow dry it, your evening is gone.
Then there was my favourite nightmare – babies and toddlers being carried by their mothers. I inevitably discovered they were behind me when they were grasping handfuls of my locks and either holding them in their filthy, grubby hands (usually sticky with this or that recently consumed food) or worse, shoving handfuls of my hair into their mouths. And if I complained about them doing such a disgusting thing, their mothers would always fire back at me as though ‘I’ were the problem and had zero right to complain about what THEIR little darling was doing.
Well, wait until someone else’s brat runs their sticky, grubby hands through YOUR hair and see how much you enjoy it. I don’t like my hair being touched at the best of times, let alone by a total stranger, regardless of age. Just because some woman wants to ooh and ahh over her child does not excuse the action nor make it acceptable, let alone any version of pleasant.
And before anyone pipes up and says it, I couldn’t put it up so that children couldn’t get it because it would always fall out. My hair, while fine, was also very thick. If I tied it up into braids, I needed a bottle of the strongest mousse I could find along with about half a bottle of the kind of hairspray where you spritz and go out in a cyclone and not one hair moves. If I didn’t do it that way, the weight of the hair just pulled it undone so the whole thing was a pointless effort.
Anyway, having done the classical 70s long hair look (and I did it in the 80s when those super strong hair products were available, thank God) I just can’t bring myself to do it again. Apart from the grubby hands and sheer maintenance of it, I always found it gave me headaches. It still does.
I did get it cut about a year and a half ago but have just let it grow ever since. Now the ends are thing and the fullness is gone. When it begins pulling strands when I wear a scrunchie (as I do every day), it’s time for the chop.
In previous years, I’ve done perms, bobs, blunt cuts, side styling and even a spot of bangs now and again, which I hate as soon as I have them.
I’m thinking of going for a very short bob and tossing in a dye to lighten things up a little. I might look a bit healthier with a natural looking dye rather than going for a totally obvious bleach blond look. Either a blond look or even a light brown which is what my hair colour was back when I was a kid. It suited me then, I figure it’ll work just as well now.
Deciding on the chop is just the beginning though, It’s all the million other things that go with it which makes it all such a headache. It’d be really nice if hair never grew and we could pick a style and just stick with it.
I had to get new glasses a few months back because the arm had totally broken on my old pair, and they don’t make that frame anymore. I was quite upset because I really LIKED that pair. However, one needs to take into account the shape and colour of the new frames and decide what would look best with them.
I’m reasonably sure that Saturday is going to find me at Northland keeping an appointment with a pair of scissors. Details will probably be decided on the fly as I sit down in the chair.
I’ve never been very good at these types of things. I’m much more of a ‘get in, get it done, and get out’ kind of girl where shopping is concerned. I have zero tolerance for crowded malls, leisurely browsing or dodging people who are wandering like they have the place to themselves and never watch where they’re going. This is why I shop online when and where I can.
I used to hate having to fag out and shop in person before I got the internet. Now, I can do pretty much everything online, or at least as much as possible. I’m the queen of finding what I want and getting it at a good price. My days of pounding the pavement around a shopping centre, while not entirely done, are at the very least dwindling to a satisfying minimum. Alas, they still haven’t figured out a way to do cuts online, but once they do…
So, I’ll be heading for the chop shop and let the hairs fall where they may. I want this lot GONE. It’s too long and annoying the hell out of me. Time for a new look and a lot less rats nest (as my dad used to call it).
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