A Good Night

A night to myself. Wow, what to do what to do. Captain was so sweet, says I can do whatever I want.

#1, get that hair cut. Been talking about it a lot, thinkin' about it more- funny how something as silly as hair can be on your mind so much? Anyway, I'm not THAT into it- I just enjoy the things that I am interested in (it will be something else soon enough). I also like to look at things from every angle. Then when I draw my conclusion, I can feel good about it. It is sort-of the impulsive side of me battling the detail-oriented side of me.

I have to admit, turning 28 years old was rough. I was just okay with 27 and that was where I wanted to stop. Then my baby going to school... I was feeling a lil' old, a lil' like the best is over. I even started looking for a moo moo to wear around the house (not really). Then I decided that I'm still me, I can still be interesting, and I'm not ready to give up my youth (I may never be).

So I need a crazy cut. Something different. But I've done it all? I've been blonde, red, black- I’ve gone long, short and every way in between but... after long internet searches I found it. A haircut that was more young, more hip, and DIFFERENT.

I go, and I am late (only a few minutes and she said 6ish). Ahhh Monica- my friend. I LOVE MONICA. She's so real and so refreshing, we have the best talks and I feel like I'm 16 years old again because we're all girlie together. I love being girlie. She compliments my decision, she seems excited. Okay, this is going to be good. She starts cutting and I'm not feeling sick (sometimes I get second thoughts when the scissors come out). She's done, glasses are back on, it looks good but... not exactly what I was thinkin'. I need it more piecy- more edgy, less thirty somethin'. So she goes at it again. The razor is going, the hair pieces are flying, she is Edward Scissorhands and I'm her masterpiece. She's done again- okay, not bad. Not bad again. I like it, I LOVE it.

I want to mess with it; I need to see what it can do. Get some hair products and style it- I can do this. Go home (yeah I styled my hair in the Target parking lot). I wonder what Captain will think, this haircut is cool but mostly it is different. People will love it or hate it and more people will hate it. It feels good to be comfortable enough to do "my" thing but I want a few people to like it at least.

He likes it, he really likes it. Do I still like it? How hard will it be to style? Am I going to need another cut in a month? I can't afford to cut it often. Who cares, it feels good.

If I had to describe it, I'd say it is grunge. But pixie grunge. It is versatile too; I'll be able to do alot of different things.

Have I gone on this long about my hair? Sorry.

Queen of the Inconsequential!

Ree Ree, after I get ready for the day- maybe I'll take a picture and post it. Hope you post one soon!

I printed out my blog for the hair pic and forgot it at the salon, by the off chance that Monica is reading this- thanks (and leave comments)!