The other night, I rolled over in my sleep and absently reached back to flip my long hair over my shoulder.
Y'all.
I haven't had long hair since I was in my 20's. Or maybe early 30's. And that was. A long time ago. Long. time. For some reason, my hair memory had regressed and thought I still had that long ponytail I sported for years and years. This is sort of like the time I was in a total beanie baby addiction phase and I left a store and the owner called me at home to tell me because I had been so nice and polite (this is a TRUE story), I could have one of the new beanie babies she just got in. And I was so amazed, I questioned whether she had the right person and she was all, oh, yeah, the woman with the blonde hair, right? And I totally said uh, no I have brown hair. Wait. I do have blonde hair now. And then she hung up and gave the beanie baby to someone who was not insane. No, really. She gave it to me. And I still have approximately 3,691 beanie babies that are basically worth nothing. They were a very sound investment.
I have had so many hair styles and colors over the years, I keep my hairdresser highly entertained. She literally rubs her hands together when I come in the door. Will she want it permed? Straight? Short? Longer? Red? Blonde? It's a virtual hair salon of choices. On one head.
But I AM a little tired of my current 'do. I've had it for several years and I have LOVED my short, flippy style but you don't really see this style much anymore. And I am NOT one of those people whose hairstyle will match up with what you see in their high school yearbook. In fact, every year in high school, my hair was different. Although, back then, I was not fighting the battle of the gray, so it did stay the same color. Except for the unfortunate orange streaks summer which we will not discuss here. Because it's too upsetting. They were supposed to be blonde. Blonde, I tell you!
So, the only way I can make a change at this point is to either 1. go purple or 2. grow it out. I don't think violet is a good color on me, so I'm going to grow it out again. I would like to be able to pull it back with a headband (just call me Muffy) or even put it up in the back into a bun or, if you want to be totally chic, a chignon. I don't actually know how to pronounce that, but it looks much fancier than just saying bun.
So. This is how I look now. Some of you may not have known up to this point what I look like. I tried to stay anonymous for a while, but that seems a trifle ridiculous now since I have a newspaper blog and everyone pretty much knows who I am. Except those readers who have never met me.
So. Uh. Hi! This is me. And I actually just have one chin. Usually.
Y'all.
I haven't had long hair since I was in my 20's. Or maybe early 30's. And that was. A long time ago. Long. time. For some reason, my hair memory had regressed and thought I still had that long ponytail I sported for years and years. This is sort of like the time I was in a total beanie baby addiction phase and I left a store and the owner called me at home to tell me because I had been so nice and polite (this is a TRUE story), I could have one of the new beanie babies she just got in. And I was so amazed, I questioned whether she had the right person and she was all, oh, yeah, the woman with the blonde hair, right? And I totally said uh, no I have brown hair. Wait. I do have blonde hair now. And then she hung up and gave the beanie baby to someone who was not insane. No, really. She gave it to me. And I still have approximately 3,691 beanie babies that are basically worth nothing. They were a very sound investment.
I have had so many hair styles and colors over the years, I keep my hairdresser highly entertained. She literally rubs her hands together when I come in the door. Will she want it permed? Straight? Short? Longer? Red? Blonde? It's a virtual hair salon of choices. On one head.
But I AM a little tired of my current 'do. I've had it for several years and I have LOVED my short, flippy style but you don't really see this style much anymore. And I am NOT one of those people whose hairstyle will match up with what you see in their high school yearbook. In fact, every year in high school, my hair was different. Although, back then, I was not fighting the battle of the gray, so it did stay the same color. Except for the unfortunate orange streaks summer which we will not discuss here. Because it's too upsetting. They were supposed to be blonde. Blonde, I tell you!
So, the only way I can make a change at this point is to either 1. go purple or 2. grow it out. I don't think violet is a good color on me, so I'm going to grow it out again. I would like to be able to pull it back with a headband (just call me Muffy) or even put it up in the back into a bun or, if you want to be totally chic, a chignon. I don't actually know how to pronounce that, but it looks much fancier than just saying bun.
So. This is how I look now. Some of you may not have known up to this point what I look like. I tried to stay anonymous for a while, but that seems a trifle ridiculous now since I have a newspaper blog and everyone pretty much knows who I am. Except those readers who have never met me.
So. Uh. Hi! This is me. And I actually just have one chin. Usually.
But I think I want something more like this, but GAH! not that color, of course. Although I think that IS one color I have not had...
I don't know if I want bangs or not...but maybe. I also would like her figure, but that is probably not going to happen. Probably.
And here's someone more my age and hair color. But I might need it just a little longer to be able to do the chignon.
Just as soon as I figure out how to SAY chignon. So, what do you think?
After I wrote this post, Barack Obama chose his running mate, Joe Biden. Biden's wife is 57 and has long, streaky blond hair. An omen? I think so. I'm letting my hair grow again.
