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Sunday, November 18, 2007

So, apparently I’m in Kindergarten. Kindergartners are the only people I know who take a pair of scissors and begin randomly lopping off chunks of their own hair. This is what I did yesterday. It really wasn’t my intention to end the day with short hair – it just kind of turned out that way.

On Friday night we went over to Kristyn and Nathan’s house. Their son Nolan is in my music class, he and Matthew are buds, and Kristyn cuts hair – so we trade hair cuts for music classes. It’s a great deal especially since Kristyn – along with her entire family – has very curly hair, so she knows how to cut it. It’s rare to find someone who knows how to cut curly hair. Some history: I once had a woman cut my hair all the same length – totally not acceptable for my hair, it needs layers to thin it out and give it shape – she finished up and said, “See! It’s a straight haircut; it will make your hair straight.” She was very proud of herself. Another of my MANY traumatic haircutting experiences was in high school when I’d grown out my hair – it was long, thick, unruly, I had yet to figure out what kind of style worked and didn’t know that good hair product was a must. So, I unleashed the beast (i.e. took my hair out of a pony tail) and watched as the stylist inhaled deeply – nearly gasped, really – and said, “And WHAT do you expect me to do with all this junk?” No joke. She called my hair junk. NEVER AGAIN will I have to put up with that now that kind of abuse now that I have Kristyn!

Our Friday haircut date went great. Zachary and Matthew went first and both of them sat like champs. (Well, OK, Zach was a wiggly champ and the trim didn’t last long, but there really wasn’t all that much to trim). Matthew was super brave and didn’t even need his protective ear-covering cups this time! He just trusted Kristyn that she would fold those ears nicely out of the way. Mike followed the little boys and Kristyn called me down to check for approval. Then it was my turn. I basically wanted the same haircut that I’ve had for a few months now and have loved. I’ve never received so many compliments on my hair before – even from strangers! The style has my hair shorter in the back, cut in layers and angled down towards my chin, but the very bottom layer is all the same length (the top layer is the angled one). Confusing, I know; but cute, I promise. Kristyn cut my hair, I was pleased and we called it a night.

Saturday morning – yesterday, I went for a run with Andrea and then showered off. After styling my hair (with my marvelous product that, by the way, I couldn’t find at any stores anymore and was devastated and just yesterday found at Fred Meyers so I bought FOUR tubs ‘o magic hair goo), I realized that yes, I really liked it….but…It just wasn’t quite as drastically angled as I’d wanted – especially the top most layer which is what really gives the haircut its style and saves me from walking around like a big ‘ol curly poof-head. So, I convinced Mike (fairly easily, I might add) that he could really easily just trim it up a bit more for me. I decided that I wanted it all angled just a lot more – bottom layer and top layer. After commencing on the daunting task, Mike started to second guess our decision, plus, he said, my hair was too wet so he really couldn’t tell what he was doing. Hmmm, not so reassuring. I towel-dried my hair and inspected the damage. Not bad. REALLY not bad. Actually pretty good. I cleaned up a few places that were uneven and proclaimed that it was exactly what I wanted.

Except apparently it wasn’t.

For the rest of the day every time I went into the bathroom, I’d check out my hair and see another spot and –oop, there’s one more – that needed to be trimmed up. The trimming continued. And didn’t stop. All day. The pinnacle moment was when I accidentally took too much off of the front (which was the longest part), so I therefore had to trim the other side to even things up. It was then that I realized, Oh crap. I’ve got short hair again!

Must interrupt this edge-of-your-seat, nail-biting hair drama to report that we’ve just surpassed a major Blogging milestone here. My Blog is now over 100,000 words! It’s 155 pages, 100,478 words, no wait, 100,482 words long. Well, now it’s 100,488. But you get the point. Dang! I’ve got a lot to say on the topics of mothering, wiping snot, cleaning up vomit, surviving Post Partum Depression (though barely), the geniusness of my children, the wonderfulness of my friends and family, how much I love coffee and red wine and books and running and the gym and losing weight and reality TV and girls’ nights and book club, how I don’t love putting up with snobby moms and the ones who think that their children sport all kinds of geniusness (see the beginning of my list here), and whatever other mundane details of my life I choose to ramble about and share with who-knows how many people out in Cyberland.

Back to the important details of my hair – I now must face the fact that, just in time for the holidays, I have short – though cute and spunky, and I can totally pull it off – hair. And it is no one’s fault but my own. Bad Jenny. No more playing with scissors for you!

1 comment:

Gwen said...

One of these days, I'm going to record myself as I laugh my butt off reading your blog!

Woman - STOP! Put the scissors away. Do we need to put you in time out? That was not a good choice!

Tee hee hee!

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