When young Sarai was blowing my hair out, though, she innocently flipped it up, and I literally felt the panic rise. I got a little bit teary and asked "Is this what its going to do?" She, not realizing my extreme flip aversion nonchalantly said "Oh no - we'll put some wave to it." And I immediately felt my blood pressure come down. For the one or two of you that have known me since time's beginning, you know what a nemesis my hair has always been. I've largely come to terms with it, but the scars remain, so you'll excuse me if I devote AN ENTIRE POST to my hair. Shut up - yes, it's that big of a deal. Even L sat home, waiting for me to come home, chewing his nails, wondering if he'd see a happy face, or a crying one. Luckily, it was a happy face.
You may ask why, in heaven's name, do I crave change and whackage when the stakes are so high? Yes, you may well ask, but I have no answer, except that I am also the eternal optimist, and if I suffer a momentary setback, I realize that it can always grow back, so I learn to deal with whatever hideous mistake is made.
But yesterday was a success - due in large part to my wonderful stylist who protects me from myself and my own foolish impulses. And also due, in part (if I do say so myself) to a pretty thorough and honest research job myself on what I might like to do. However, I know only too well, if Sarai had said "Let us create a short cut" I would have said "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes." But luckily, she is a smart girl, and said only "Let's do this slowly." So we cut it up to my shoulders, and then she did the most wonderful color job I could possible have imagined. The top is a dark, rich brown and it "melts" into a lovely carmel color at the bottom in the front and sides, fading to dark in the back. I love it. The ends feel thick and healthy. Even James, the salon owner, came by and complimented it. And James, being sort of a moody artiste type, doesn't usually do things like that. Perhaps he saw panic in my eyes, perhaps he noticed that I could barely look in the mirror during the process, but I prefer to think he really liked it. And since he's the king of creative hair color, I took that as high praise.
So, without further ado, here is a picture montage of my "new" hair, courtesy of Mac Photo Booth. Enjoy.
Oh, one more thing. I'm going to grow out my bangs. Good luck to me on that one, but I'm giving it a good try. So if I look a little shaggy in months to come, you'll understand. It seems I can only enjoy my hair if its a work in progress.