Y’all probably don’t know this, because I usually only show you a picture of my eyes, but I have always had long hair. I’m talking extremely long. I don’t know why I felt compelled to wear it that way. Rapunzel had nothing on me, and I certainly understood the word “tangled.”
Maybe I was clinging to my youth? In my teenage years, I wore a shag haircut so I could look just like Farrah Fawcett … well, OK it didn’t work, but that’s what I believed. Don’t tell me that none of y’all did that!
As I got older, my excuse for long hair was that I have arthritis in my hands. Styling my hair is difficult because of this. Therefore, with long hair I could pull it back into a ponytail (or French braid) or pin it up. It didn’t look all that great if I just let it fly loose, but I fooled myself into thinking it was OK.
It’s amazing that we can make ourselves believe just about anything.
My hands were my excuse to not cut my hair, but I’m going to tell you the truth that I only whispered to myself: I thought I could hide behind the hair! I discovered that if I draped it strategically, it seemed to obscure the extra chins and the chicken neck that Grandmother Time has bestowed upon me. Do y’all remember seeing old movies with Audrey Hepburn wearing a scarf draped around her head and neck? That is how I styled my hair. It wasn’t obvious at all. I was content with the status quo, and I figured I’d wear long hair until they closed the box lid over me.
However, today I got a “wild hair,” so to speak. I had an appointment to “get my hair red.” I’ve been talking to my hairdresser, Paula, about cutting my hair so I could look like Ellen Degeneres. I wasn’t sure I had the nerve to actually do the deed, but I was “thinking” about it. If I’m going to imitate a celebrity, it would be Ellen. I like Ellen better than I ever liked Farrah — in fact, I have a “girl crush” on her.
Something came over me today, and I told myself that if Paula happened to have time, I’d get my hair cut. If not it was Fate telling me to keep the locks. Paula had time! So I said, “Make me look like Ellen.” I was a little unnerved by how gleefully she grabbed the scissors and started whacking! It seems that my hairdresser has wanted to cut my hair for many years.
I let her cut away to her heart’s content, and I didn’t cry or anything. Here is what got left on the floor:
Here is what is left on my head:
So far, although I feel a little nekkid, I’m loving it. I feel a lot cooler and I’ve lost a good five pounds — the easy way. However, I’ve not seen my husband’s reaction to it and I have not slept on it yet. Those two things might change my opinion of this new hairdo.
I loved it that another hairdresser at the salon exclaimed, “You look 15 years younger!” I guess I should get her a good Christmas present, huh?
Now, if I’d lose 10 pounds (that isn’t hair), I’m told that could make me look 10 years younger. If I can find a really good wrinkle cream, I could lose another 5 years off of my face! If I whitened my teeth, folks say that can make you look 10 years younger. Heck, I bet I could find a way to look 12 years old again if I tried!
Nahh. I’m content to fool myself into thinking I look like Ellen instead of Rapunzel. Now if I could only dance … and could land a contract to promote Cover Girl … I’d have it made.