I'm Perking Up

.I got about 6" of my hair cut off this morning. Use your imagination for the Before picture.

Let me start by saying I know nothing of fashion or hair, any of that stuff. It's just not my thing. I decided last year to stop getting my hair permed, just for a change. Then I started looking around and noticing so many females with straight hair. Hmmm, I wonder how long that's been in style and I didn't know it? Was it years or months that I looked out of step? (Try a lifetime, Stef!)

I did get it trimmed a couple of months ago but otherwise I've been letting it grow, just to see. As soon as I was old enough to make my own hair decisions, I've had long hair. I remember Mom saying to me once, "Why don't you ever change your hairstyle? Are you going to be XX years old, with long straight hair parted in the middle?" I put the XX there because I can't remember exactly what she said, 30? 40? I do know that every time I hit a new decade, I remember what she said and answer in my head, "Yep, Mom, 50 years old - and still with the long hair".

Lest you think I'm not without any daring in my blood - I did get it permed for years, as I've said. And I've worn it with . . . a headband . . . or a barrette. So there.

I have noticed about myself that when I'm home, I nearly always put my hair into a pony tail. Whenever I've tried wearing my hair down, it bugs me if I can feel it on my face. I worried this meant I had to go directly to old lady style helmet hair - I used to think that style was inevitable and mandatory as one gets older.

My hair is so incredible thin, as you can see, that without benefit of a perm, it does look pretty sad. Last week it occurred to me that the longer it got, with the top part pulled back, it was looking like a mullet. I may not know diddly about hairstyle but I know that's not a good look. For anybody. I could not call Maria fast enough.

(It feels too mean to post any of the photos from that mullet site here, but you might want to pop over there for a giggle.)

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I had a massage after work yesterday. Mary often emails me during the day of a massage, asking if I want the heat in the table turned on. I told her yes - and that I've been feeling a little blue lately, and could she please summon her best juju and light some extra candles or something? She lit some lavender incense, which we both thought might be a bit strong but I really wanted to be enveloped in it so it worked perfectly. She went extra deep - almost to point of pain but afterward I felt like Jello. I told her that's the happiest My Happy Place has been in a long time. I zoned in, I zoned out - it was fantastic.

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I'll leave you with this, sent me by my Illinois resident cousin, Scott.

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