3/3/2015
When Jeff met me eons ago, I had, longer (but not long) hair. Long hair isn't something that I can manage easily and I don't want to have to futz and/or fuss with my hair. After the babies came, I cut my hair short and it has remained that way for oh let's say 40 years - give or take!
After spending nine months in 2013 without the of someone to cut my hair, it became long. For awhile I even speculated that I could manage longer hair, so I invested in curlers, barrettes and any other hold back my hair product that I could find.
My hair is rather thick and now there is more than a sprinkle of gray. Based on my stress level for the past two years, I'm actually pretty lucky that I didn't go completely gray overnight. And a disclaimer here: gray hair is harder to curl! Yipee.
Last Friday I went to get my hair cut - short. I can now wash, comb and be pretty much ready to go in mere minutes. I really do admire people with long hair, particularly actresses, who throw their locks around in a dramatic fashion. But, when you have short hair, you can't quite make the same statement with your hair!
So I have put away the curlers, the hairspray, and the barrettes back to the deep recesses of a bathroom drawer. Will I need them again in the future? Seems doubtful, but since I own 'em I might as well keep 'em!
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