But lately, the enthusiasm is waning. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the fact that I'm on the last week before I get color again (truthfully, that's probably the biggest part of it) and it looks drab. But it's also acting like it's bored. Do you have hair that does that? Wear it the same way for too long, and it just loses it's zest for life? Well, I do. There's nothing that makes my hair snap back to attention like a good haircut of several inches. All of those bored little ends chopped off, and what's left is hair that's excited to be there. It feels thicker. It feels more lively. It's just MORE.
So I have an appointment next Thursday to discuss the possibilities, so when I have my real appointment next Saturday we can just get down to business. Here are the pictures I pulled for her to gain inspiration from:
The least interesting choice. Much like what I already have. But a very safe choice.
Who wouldn't want to look like Reese? Except I won't. I have to keep that in mind,
and focus just on the hair.
Shorter version of the same thing. Nice looking, but not very exciting. But I like the fact
that you could curl it like this, or wear it straighter. And it's still long enough
for a baby pony tail.
This is quite exciting. I don't really think I want it this short (unless Sarai swears
I'll look amazing), but I like the casual messiness of it. Looks beachy and fun.
These last three are my favorites, though. Again, they're not a huge change from what I've got, but maybe it's just enough?
It could be a little bit shorter, but I like the beachy waves, and the general unfussiness of it.
At least I think it would be unfussy - we'll see what Sarai says.
Ah, yes. Here's the shorter version. But if I did this, would it also be able to be wavy if I want?
That would be a deciding factor. But it's cute.
Love this. So choppy looking, so kind of messy and beachy. I'm just not
sure if my hair would do it. Or if it would look good, because I'm not,
you know, going to look like Brooklyn Decker. It's crucial to keep that in mind.
And then there's the color. I'm bored with plain old brown with a few highlights. I'm too old to go really dark - plus when the roots grow in, the gray makes me look like I'm thinning on top. But what about something like this:
It's called ombre. Light on top fading into a darker strands at the bottom. I am really
liking this idea, so unless it's cost prohibitive (and it very well could be) that's what
I'm lobbying for.
So you have to sort of take pity on Sarai. I've handed her about 3 distinctly different looks and told her to figure it out. But she's a creative girl, and I'm excited to hear her opinions on Thursday. She hasn't steered me wrong yet. It's hard to know exactly what to do because all of the pictures I found were all of young, beautiful girls. It's near impossible to find a picture of someone my age who also sports the hair I want, so the challenge is picturing the young, beautiful hair with my face. It's frightening is what it is, and that's why I have Sarai as my voice of reason and reality.
In other distractions, I got a call this morning from India - it was Scott! He's having a good trip, and got to ride a camel the other day. I don't know if he's high fived any monkeys yet. He's over Indian food, and can't wait to eat KFC or ANYTHING other than Indian food again. He is struck by the extreme poverty and general dirtiness of the country. He was expecting inner-city Los Angeles grade of dirty. But what he's seen there is heart breaking and shameful. Small children and babies sleeping on dirty sidewalks because they have nowhere else to go. Trash in the ocean. Trash everywhere. He said he'd actually broken down and cried a couple of times. That's my Scott. Tenderhearted and sweet. On a happy note, all the boys were treated to new shirts and slacks custom made for them by an Indian tailor. Somewhere else, Scott taught one of the natives how to high five. At first the man didn't understand, but then suddenly caught on, and delightedly taught others around him to "high five." Scott is just a big old friendly bear - people love him. I'm glad he had the chance to go on this trip - it's been eye opening to experience such generosity from people he's never before met, to see and experience things he'd never experience at home, and also to truly appreciate the United States, and all of the privileges and freedoms we tend to take for granted.
L and I went on a nice bike ride this afternoon. It was so hot where we live that we packed up the bikes and headed for Newport Beach. We rode around in the neighborhoods around the LDS temple down there, just off of MacArthur Boulevard. The weather was much more mild, and there was a nice breeze blowing off the ocean. Very pleasant - there were hills for exercise, a breeze for comfort, and beautiful homes to look at while we were at it. We want to build a solid cover for our patio, so that it's kind of an extension of the living room - an outdoor room. We want to have some nice columns made for the pillars, and we saw lots of good ideas for that in the neighborhoods we rode through. We made several mental notes. It made me excited for next year when we (hopefully) start work on all of that.
On the way home, we stopped at a Carl's Jr and got some lunch and (most importantly) a nice cold Diet Coke. While we were eating, there was a man and a much younger lady practicing a ballroom dance routine in the dining room. I have no idea why - it was very odd, and they weren't in the least bit self conscious about it. As they finished twirling and dipping, the skinny old homeless man in the back of the dining room clapped and cheered. It was awesome. I just love it when random things like that happen.