Besides having my hair shaved at 100 days, I had long hair for my entire childhood. But when I was sixteen, I decided to abandon the old and welcome a new me and cut my hair above my shoulder. I loved it! It cut down my shower time and my expert hair stylist made it so easy to take care of-all I had to do was wash it in the morning, let it air dry and wa-la - DONE! No weird kinks here or there, only a perfect little bob of a haircut. During this time, I got really experimental upon discovering hair mascara and temporary punk color hair spray. Sadly, a year passed and though my hair had grown significantly, it paled in comparison to the once long hairstyle I had. I continued on my path of fun spunky hair and I sported tiny braids held together only with gel, emphasized with my temporary neon pink hair spray, wannabe hip-hop hair - bits tied with tiny rubber bands all over the top with the hair down and last but not least, the staple of the late 90's- butterfly clips . I had hair mascara in blonde, purple, blue and pink and even glitter aerosol just for my hair. This makes me think of all the iridescent clothing I had (blue/gray slacks, red/black denim jacket, etc.), yes the late 90's were fun - think Dawson's Creek and Buffy the Vampire Slayer... hehe.
When I got to college, I missed my long locks so with that, I grew it out. Long hair and I were quite happy for a few years, so much so that we even got adventurous with a complimentary free red hair dye job and a blonde out of the box hair dye (it didn't turn blonde, it was just brownish). But all that would change when I found out about it.
It was something a lot of my friends did in college. It came with a free hair cut. It was a generous thing to do. I wanted to try it. Everyone was doing it! I knew it might not be that great and I knew it would have consequences for my fragile hair but I could not avoid wanting to do it. So... I did it.
It was called Locks of Love and it donated your hair to kids with cancer. I felt good about donating my hair... until I realized how seriously short my hair was. It wasn't like my high school cut that was easy to take care of. Instead, this one kinked here and there, involved an extensively involved blow out or an iron curler and for someone as lazy as me when it came to hair and make-up or lack thereof, it was unacceptable. To make matters worse, I had this short haircut during my busiest time of the year at work and given the overtime of hours and lack of sleep, hair was the last thing I wanted to spend time doing in the morning. So I put it into a ponytail but since it was too short for a real ponytail and I looked like a chicken. It was highly unprofessional and quite mortifying.
I thought, well, I might as well try to grow out my hair now and I will save the option of having short hair for the future.
I'm in the future now! Sort of...
Well, since I didn't get the chance to go to the salon the day before I had Jordan, I now am facing the option of short or long hair for my next haircut? And I've come to the conclusion that I will go with medium length hair because though everyone says short hair is mom hair, short hair is harder to maintain than one thinks!
And this is what I have been pondering during today's boob feedings.