Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.
This weekend, I chop my hair. I made my appointment about a month ago (the Japanese lady who cuts my hair only works on Sundays, so I had to make the appointment way in advance). For those who don’t know, I haven’t had short hair since I was in the eighth grade — in other words, over 10 years ago. Even then, I hated it. I’ve always hated short hair. When I was in the second grade, my mom made me cut it short (like a boy) & then perm it (like a middle-aged Asian woman) — can you imagine the horror? Ever since then, I have fought for long hair and have pretty much succeeded in keeping it that way.
However, I’ve finally had a change of heart. Maybe it’s cause I’m married, or maybe it’s cause I feel restless, or maybe I’m just not as scared anymore… whatever it is, I’ve decided to cut my hair short. (I realize that people have different definitions of “short”… I don’t mean it’s going to be boy-short. Just not long anymore.) Something about short hair feels grown-up. I’ve associated long hair with youth, beauty, innocence… but these days I feel more like an old soul stuck in a young girl’s body.
So. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m a little nervous, not only for the haircut, but also because I get the second half of my wisdom teeth pulled out today. I may end up looking like a little chipmunk with a bob this weekend, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Here’s my number one inspiration image:
photo credit: 1.
I’ll be back on Monday with an update for you. Cross your fingers for me!