Otherwise known as: The History of Me and My Hair.
When I was young, I had long hair – like, crazy long. Until I was ten, I never had my hair cut (except my bangs [1. The history of me and my bangs is a whole other blog post. ]) so it was pretty long. I couldn’t wear it any other way than in braids because it would get tangled easily or caught in everything. It could only be washed once a week in the bath tub or the laundry tub, and then it took forever to dry let alone brush. By the time I hit ten, I’d had it with having long hair that was increasingly burdensome, so I decided to have it cut off. Somewhere, my mom has a picture of my the night before the deed with my hair down; no word of a lie, it is past my butt and gaining ground on my knees. And then I got it cut short – like, crazy short. Like, the next day I walked into my classroom and no one recognized me at first.
For the next few years, I kept it reasonably short, until high school, when I started growing it out [2. Holy crap was my grade nine picture awful. It was finally long enough to have cut one length, but my bangs were too short, and I had glasses that took up most of my face, and I'm grinning like an idiot. It was not pretty. ]. Throughout high school and most of university, it varied in length between jaw-length and shoulder-length, with a brief period of it being elbow-length in my first year or two of university. After grad school, I had it chopped off, and kept it shortish for a long time.
In the past few years I’ve been keeping it longer for no good reason. Not too long, mind you – I liked wearing it down, but long enough to pull back into a ponytail if need be. This past week, that all changed when I went to my hairdresser down south for a trim.
Hairdresser: How much do you want off?
Me: Oh, shorter than it is now.
H: Short or REALLY short?
M: (thinks about it) REALLY short.
H: (cackles evilly)
So, now it’s really short – there’s not enough to pull into a ponytail, even a little one, but it’s long enough to tuck behind my ears.
The hardest part of it? Having bangs again – I haven’t had those since I was sixteen, and they’re constantly in my eyes or coming untucked. But I’ll get used to them, right?
I love it!!! Your hair turned out so much nicer than mine did!! Actually, your hair was what I’d imagined when I took the kitchen scizzors to it… lol…
My hair and I have a history too… Until grade school, my hair was BLOND blond and went down to my butt. Then, living in the country, my sister and I were introduced to the evils of head lice. We battled those critters from grade 4 to grade 8. In grade 5, my mom asked me to cut my hair short, and I did… and I hated it. This was long before the days of flat irons… actually, my sister’s hair is spiral curls, and she would spend hours flattening hers with a clothing iron.
I’m growing mine out now… I have 2 years to get it at least to my shoulders, so I’m trying to treat it nicely.
My hairdresser back home is a GENIUS, and I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t trust her. And I remember getting treatments of lice, my grandmother cursing the whole time she tried to apply the gunk