everyone is vain.
in their own way, at least.
my hair is short. now, it is. a few weeks ago, i made a decision to cut my long hair. i was annoyed with the frizz and it looked boring. i have naturally curly hair and i felt the urge to rock the curls. in order to flaunt my spirals, i would have to cut it shorter. okay, fine. i am cruising the town to find the right spot to snip the locks. i come across a salon literally 35 seconds away from my house. it has been here for about 6 months or longer and i never noticed. i don't see how i didn't since it is a neon pink building attached to a neon green building where fruit cups are sold. NOW, i know what the people in line are waiting for. i am a very cautious person. so cautious, that many times i wonder how i manage to go out on the town and manage to have fun. i build up the courage to walk inside and am immediately glad that i did.
the walls have abstract paintings of classic hollywood stars. marilyn of course. i am greeted by a cheerful stylist with what appears to be a silver bob hairstyle. off to a great start. i sit on the pink couch and select the picture i saved on my phone of the hairstyle i would like. who will be my stylist? there are three young ladies showcasing their skills on other clients. i have a quick moment of concern. perhaps i should have done more research on hair salons? what is this salon's reputation? will my hair be slaughtered without remorse? after a few minutes of angst, my stylist calls me over. she is perfect. a pin up girl tattoo on her arm and a rockabilly hairstyle with a green streak in her black hair. her name is rainey.
i show her the picture of the desired hairstyle and away we go. the hair washing was wonderful. i felt like such a celebrity. i felt closer to the sky with every inch that was cut. over 7 inches gone. i will admit that i almost fainted when i put on my glasses and saw the finished product. i felt like i had committed a murder. hairicide. there was regret and panic. luckily rainey went into stylist mode and started jazzing up my new do with some hair products and a blow dryer. she was satisfied with my outcome. i however, needed more coaxing. i needed my hair back! i would have cried but i was too faint to produce tears. as she started styling, i began to believe that i was a modern day betty boop and applied the brightest red lipstick that i own. i have over 30. i purchased a satin cream colored hairpin with a cheetah print stone in the middle. i clipped the hairpin on the side of my hair and immediately went into glam mode. watch out world. i felt the need to sign autographs and blow kisses to anyone who glanced my way.
i will admit that i continued to have moments of grief and regret for a few days but was in love with my new cut at the same time. i now debate whether i want to have long hair again. i have dreams of having a bright white bob hairstyle one day. a girl can dream. perhaps the cut made me more confident or pompous to some. either way, it worked for me.
