Call me crazy, go head I can handle it, but this morning I have decided to grow my hair out despite having just gotten it cut as outlined in this post.
I know! I know! I know what you’re thinking, “WHAT?!?!
Please bear with me. I cut my hair because I thought it would be easier — well, it isn’t. Err, let me back up a second: in some respects it is easier in others it is not. I have had various versions of a pixie since May 2011 and there is one immutable truth: short hair requires major upkeep. If I go 5 or more weeks between haircuts my stylish pixie starts to look like I have chronic bead-head and not in a night-of-hot-passionate-sex-way that only comes with long hair. It has been 5 weeks, count em five as in cinco, since my last haircut and this morning I woke up looking like I was wearing a shark fin on my head (major grinding my melon into the pillow look). Plus, the nape of my neck is looking really scraggly so I either need to make an appointment and have my hair cut or suffer and grow it out.
Confession: I sooooooooooo miss the days when I could wake up on a Saturday morning and pull my hair back into a messy ponytail. With short hair, no matter what I have to toss some water on my head and do some smoothing.
I have had long hair longer (no pun) than I have had short hair and now that I have experience with both looks, I do feel longer hair allows more flexibility in terms of the frequency for maintenance. With long hair, I could go months on end without a haircut, with short I go every 4-5 weeks. I doubt I will go back to having really long hair like I used to in this photo, rather I am thinking perhaps a nice chin or above the shoulder length would be good.
Now for the worst part. Growing. It. Out. UGH! I’m cringing just thinking about it. 😦
Thanks for reading my rant.
Your ever devoted crazy animal rights activist.