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Convertible Hair -- Of Weighty Matters
Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Mom gave me a makeover for my 16th birthday. Kismet gave me Jerry that day and he's been my stylist ever since. On that auspicious day, his first words to me were not, "Hello," or "What do you want from your hair?" No, they were, "How much can I cut off?"
While I might have been too broke in college to afford his services, as soon as I could I went running back to Jerry. Poor Jerry has suffered with me. I'm not wild and crazy - I've had essentially the same cut since I was 15. Sometimes chin-length; sometimes below my shoulders. When I wanted something different a few years ago, we switched from mousse to straightener. Woo hoo. The poor man has been bored.
It's no wonder that this was the first time he took me seriously when I said I was looking to cut it off. I've been babbling about it since September but he knows me better than to agree right away. He took me at my word this time and I haven't ever seen him so excited to cut my hair. He spent a lot of time fussing with the cut and the styling. Some of the tools he used remind me of dog grooming implements for stripping undercoats. I am well and truly shorn. OK - it's not Natalie Portman bald or Winona Ryder wisps; I don't have the making of a gamine in me...but for me, it's short.
It's convertible hair. Now I can truly enjoy the sensation of the wind in my face and in my hair without nasty hair snarls or eye lacerations. No more ponytails or hats. Oh, I also switched from blonde to red for real now but that's not nearly as exciting as a new cut. The real test will be whether I can make it look ok when it's my turn to style it -- and whether Joe can overcome his dislike of short hair.
While I might have been too broke in college to afford his services, as soon as I could I went running back to Jerry. Poor Jerry has suffered with me. I'm not wild and crazy - I've had essentially the same cut since I was 15. Sometimes chin-length; sometimes below my shoulders. When I wanted something different a few years ago, we switched from mousse to straightener. Woo hoo. The poor man has been bored.
It's no wonder that this was the first time he took me seriously when I said I was looking to cut it off. I've been babbling about it since September but he knows me better than to agree right away. He took me at my word this time and I haven't ever seen him so excited to cut my hair. He spent a lot of time fussing with the cut and the styling. Some of the tools he used remind me of dog grooming implements for stripping undercoats. I am well and truly shorn. OK - it's not Natalie Portman bald or Winona Ryder wisps; I don't have the making of a gamine in me...but for me, it's short.
It's convertible hair. Now I can truly enjoy the sensation of the wind in my face and in my hair without nasty hair snarls or eye lacerations. No more ponytails or hats. Oh, I also switched from blonde to red for real now but that's not nearly as exciting as a new cut. The real test will be whether I can make it look ok when it's my turn to style it -- and whether Joe can overcome his dislike of short hair.
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.... switched to red.....
Hmmmmmm....
...switched to red you say.....
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The important thing is that I don't have the same haircut I had in high school.
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It is RED.
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Helena, who isn't brave enough to do much with her hair. :)
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It has taken me many, many years to let him do this so I know what you mean. This is despite my trusting him implicitly not to leave me looking too freaky, On the other hand, it's hair. It grows. If I end up hating it, it won't take too long to grow it back. I hope.
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You witty raconteur, you arbiter of style, you ogler of mature pulchritudinous manflesh...
What the hell do you know about hair? You have the hots for aging bald men! ;)
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once upon a time, when I was still alive, before TPTB killed me off to promote S/J ship, I used to have female hosts. So I admire a good hairstyle :) ~ Sel
That's too funny about your comment about Sel having the hots for aging bald men, as Sel just added a subsection to her site for Garry Chalk (Colonel Chekov) to which someone commented to her, "Doesn't he have more hair than the average Sel Boy Toy"
:P
Helena
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pulchritudinous :)
It's sounds so more adult-symbiotish than "Hottie"
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Pictures?
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I posted the link down below for you. I'd changed the permissions to nobody since I'd figured anyone who was going to look already had but I've now changed them back. Alas, my blow drying skills leave much to be desired so it's no longer quite so ruly.
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The most surprising thing about having short hair is the lack of momentum in my hair. It tracks the movement of my head and that is just weird. It feels as if I have helmet hair but without all the petrochemical goodies to freeze it in place. I miss being able to do something with it if I was having a bad hair day but then again, my hair manip skills never made it "french twist" sophistication. I got to "ponytail and clips" but that's about it.