So Gail didn’t touch the front really at all but she did clean up the back quite a bit. I think it looks cute. Best of all, I just have to make it to March for another cut– it’s already scheduled. So I have that hanging over my head so that I don’t go cutting on it myself.
I’ve been doing home hair cuts with the clippers on the back since July. But it’s getting so long in the back that it looks way funny now. I am really past the point where I should be doing home hair cuts anymore.
I don’t really want to lose any length off any of my hair but it really needs to be cleaned up since I’ve done the home cutting thing. So, I have an appointment this afternoon.
I am resigned to the fact that I will lose a lot of length off the back since I have been using the clippers so high. It is what it is. At least I have a kick-ass stylist.
It’s vanity but I just realized I never posted an update after my haircut a week or so ago. Here’s the after:
It’s a fine haircut– my friend did a great job– but it doesn’t excite me. I just want longer hair. The bangs have gotten long enough that most days after this cut I have pinned my bangs back at least a portion of the day. I cannot wait for them to be long enough to just shove behind my ears.
I discovered blogs back in 2006 or so. I will never forget a link my friend A. sent me– it was a mom blog with a post about a toddler who had spread poop all over the kitchen counter. I was hooked.
I started following this particular mom blog and was taken with it from the start. I wanted to do something like it but the pictures were so pretty– definitely not stock pictures but not point-and-shoot pictures either. The mom on this particular blog talked about the kind of camera she used and it was out of my budget at the time. So I thought I couldn’t start a blog, because I couldn’t post pretty pictures.
The old dream wasn’t to be a photographer. The old dream was to be a blogger.
I lost sight of that dream when I bought the fancy camera. I got caught up in taking pictures for pictures’ sake. I am not the most eloquent writer and I listened once when someone told me I was much stronger at taking pictures than I was at writing, even though the dream was blogging, not taking photos.
In this transition time, though, it’s time to remember the old dream. I’ve resurrected enough old posts from other blogs to have some substance to this blog. I’ve got a domain name I finally like. I’ve got time to work on the writing part. I’ve lost the drive to have the perfect blog design in favor of building content first.
Hello, old dream.
After my last disastrous haircut on February 11, I decided that I would grow my hair out. I’ve been using Jared’s clippers to trim the hair above my neck, but I haven’t had an actual professional haircut in five and a half months. To be fair, my hair was boy haircut short for that last cut. I had a really, really long way then to grow it out, and I still have a long ways to even chin-length hair.
However, my hair is driving my crazy enough that tomorrow I will go for a professional haircut. I am excited because I always love getting my hair cut. I am going to try to avoid getting too much of my bangs and the front part of my hair cut because it has taken the longest to grow, but I really want to have the back styled into something more cute than the abrupt shelf I have going on from the clippers. I’m excited that a stylist friend works at this cute salon and I get to go be pampered for a few minutes.
You can’t tell because of the bad lighting in the photos but I do have a number of gray’s popping up. However, I am going to just let them stay and not worry about coloring my hair. That would get expensive fast and I really don’t want to have to keep up the routine that would be required to get roots done all the time. And anyway, I like the texture of the grays that are there so far. It will definitely make me look older– I feel like it already does– but I am okay with that idea. And besides, Jared already has a chin full of white hairs. So it won’t hurt for him to look like he’s married to someone closer to his age.