photo by Backroads Photography
What is it with a woman and her hair? Or maybe that would be better stated as: what is it with me and my hair?
I have noticed that many of my friends have matured enough to have found a hairstyle that they are content with, one that they maintain and keep. It doesn't look like it changes much because they visit their hairdresser regularly and keep it the way they like it. I'm not sure I will ever reach that point.
First off, I can not get the whole 'regular visits to your hairdresser' thing down. Sometimes there can be as much as a year lapse between my haircuts because I'll just... forget. But when I do make an appointment? Whoa, man. Look out. The entire week between the day I call the hairdresser and the day I get to the salon I am constantly debating what to do with my hair.
Every day I am Googling pictures of possibilities, pasting them into a word document and then looking them over obsessively. Is this model's face as long as mine? Is her hair naturally curly or are those curls created? Could I pull off this straight look? I resist the temptation to go on to Facebook and create a poll:
Gerb's getting her hair cut, what do you think?
1. Short, medium or long?
2. Dark, light or a different color?
4. Keep the bangs or lose them?
5. Stay curly or go straight?
When it comes down to it, I always end up just looking like myself, the same old Gerb I've looked like since my late high school years (plus a few well-earned laugh lines). But no matter what happens, I always wonder; if someone with a little more fashion sense could choose the way I styled my hair, what would they tell me to do?
I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. And I'm going to love the outcome, no matter what, because I'm a happy person who loves me for me.
(But seriously, what do you think? Maybe you should answer that poll in a comment.)