I realized at 4:30 today that I had an appointment for a haircut at 5:30. Sigh. I’m going out of town for a conference tomorrow and because I always leave everything to the last minute, there is lots to do to get ready. So at first I was annoyed about losing several hours of my evening to the haircut (several hours because I have to walk there after work, then wait my turn, get the haircut, wait for the bus, and enjoy the 45-minute ride home).
However, this haircut was extremely necessary:
So then I became absorbed in trying to decide what kind of haircut to get.
I decided I wanted a Kate Beckett, somewhere between Season 3 when it was all mullett-y and season 4 when it started getting all flowy, wavy, and highlighted (don’t even get me started on the Barbiefication of Kate Beckett, it makes me so angry…).
Then I walked into the salon and said to Jen, “Oh, I like yours, just give me that.”
This is nothing new for me. I am prone to impulsive haircuts. I’ve been doing this periodically since I was 9 years old. I’ve shaved my head. I’ve gone for the pixie, and then gone back again for the shorter, edgier pixie. I’ve done Locks of Love twice in the last 7 years. I’m not scared of drastic cuts, and I’m not sentimental about my hair. It grows back. That is what hair does.
But for some reason today I was nervous and a little sad. Maybe because I made the decision so suddenly. This is like two years of hard work, right down the drain! At least it feels that way. I don’t know why it feels like an achievement to resist for a really really long time chopping off the keratin that pushes its way out of your scalp without your assistance. It does, though.
I almost changed my mind before she started, and I got a little lump in my throat (what!?) when I saw all the hair on the floor. So much hair. I wish I had taken a picture, but I didn’t want to be a freak.
So much better. Better for spring, better for looking professional and well-groomed. I’m feeling all the more ready for the conference. (Though I bet I’d feel even better about things if my presentation were done….sigh).
I have so much hair. This cut made Jen 20 minutes late for her next appointment. Sorry, person behind me!