haircuts

As part of today’s haircut, the stylist offered to style my hair. She pitched the idea of ironing out my hair. Curiosity got the better of me. I’ve never actually had my hair straightened before, and I wondered what it would look like.

Now I know. It’s a little creepy, actually. I pat my head and there’s no sproing, just this weird odd sleekness that my hair normally can’t achieve, even when wet.

It’s already disturbed two co-workers and one friend. It also took a LOT of work, so I doubt that I will buy the equipment to make it work, but it was an interesting experiment and an unusual change.

For the first week after I got my hair cut, back in August, I tied it back in a bandanna and tried not to acknowledge that I’d gotten it cut. It was, you see, not what I’d asked for.

I told the woman who cut my hair - specifically! - that I wanted a chin-length bob, and that she must take into account the fact that my hair was wavy. Pulling and combing my hair straight down and cutting it at chin-length in that situation meant that it would curl and fluff up well past my chin.

She, of course, being the "hairstylist," ignored me (the person who has lived with this wacky hair ever since it started growing like this in fifth grade) and I ended up with a bob that barely reached the bottom of my earlobes.

"..and the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn't get our guitars in tune
And I knew it was over when the sound man said
"I wish we were still in …"

June.

Every now and then, it's fun to reconnect with someone who has been out of the loop for a few weeks, just for the sheer fun of surprising them with what's been going on in your life.

me: hey, stranger!
Jody: wasabi
me: heh. I have some news for you
me: 1) I no longer wear glasses
2) I have short hair
Jody: WOW
Jody: what happened?

June?

That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.