So last Friday I had a hair appointment... I was so sick of my hair not cooperating that I was going to cut it all off. And on the very day of the appointment it looked awesome! I hate that. So anyway, an opportunity to golf that night came up and I rescheduled my appointment until Saturday at noon. By this point I had talked myself out of cutting it all off and I was just going to get a trim.
I'll digress for a moment. You see I have major issues with hair. I have always related femininity with long flowing locks. And now that I am married and quite possible going to be having children in the next few years, I also, more than ever, relate longer hair to youth. Everybody knows it happens, a woman has a baby and then she gets a shorter, "mom" like hair cut to go along with the mom jeans. AAGH. My worst nightmare.
I know you're all dying of curiousity, so I'll just show you what it ended up being:
I had a few moments of anxiety but then realized no matter how much I thought about it, it wasn't coming back. Don't get me wrong, I like it - I just miss my hair.
Mom jeans, here I come.