I have an abundance of straight, fine brown hair. Well, brown except for the two gray streaks that run down either side of my part.
Because my hair is so fine and straight, it fights a curl of any kind. It fights a wave even. Hair permanents last maybe a month or two for me. Therefore, actually styling it is really out of the question because it just won’t hold. On top of that, I’m not one to spend a lot of time primping. I want to take a shower, towel off, dress, and go out the door. So for all of these reasons, I’ve just worn my hair long and straight for years. I tried to find a picture on my computer of me with short hair and I couldn’t. So I think the last time I had my hair cut short was just before Errol and I got married in 1999.
It was just below my ears, and styled that day by a professional stylist. She had put enough hair spray in it that it was impenetrable! It was like a little football helmet on my head! That was the one and only time it looked that way. So I began to just let it grow at that point. Occasionally getting trims, or evening up the layers as they grew out. Even had it highlighted a few times. I have never been good at braiding my own hair, or doing much with it at all, which means I either wore it hanging straight or in a pony tail.
In March of 2017 I had a considerable amount cut off. I told the hair stylist that I wanted her to cut off all of the dyed hair. It certainly looked much healthier after.
It has since grown back down to where it was and frankly, has become a nuisance. Combing it out after shampooing can take forever, and so much of it comes out that I’m covered with the loose hair. It’s everywhere. It’s all over the bed, the floor, it weaves itself through my clothing. I am constantly pulling hair out of my pants and shirts, and Errol has stated that he usually takes a little bit of me to work with him each day! Because I have a lot of hair, it tends to be quite heavy too, and I believe is a contributing factor as to why I have frequent headaches. It can also take hours to dry.
My 7 year old granddaughter Ayanna is often referred to as my “mini me.” It’s mainly because she acts very much like me. She thinks it’s because we both have long hair. She was not happy to hear that I was considering cutting it. I explained to her that hair is not what makes her my “mini me” and that there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to change how much alike we are. I then showed her a couple of pictures of hair styles that I was considering and she immediately picked my favorite! See? My “mini me!”
Now I realize that I’m no Sandra Bullock, and that she can pull off just about any hairstyle she chooses. I am trying to keep my expectations at a reasonable level. It basically looks like my hair, cut shorter. I think this one will work. And if it just so happens to make me resemble Sandra a little, well I guess I’ll have to live with that!
Two days ago I summoned up the courage and called the hairstylist I have used for years, but hadn’t seen since the last time Ayanna and I had our hair trimmed a couple of years ago. After all, if I don’t like it, my hair grows quite fast. It will be back to normal in no time, (at least that’s what I keep telling myself!) She actually had an opening for today! That never happens! This was meant to be!
I brought the picture with me explaining to her that I want it all one length at the bottom. I don’t like it when it’s longer on one side, or short in the back and long in the front. To me that looks like someone made a mistake. The same for the choppy cut. I think it looks like a 3 year old did the cut. Those new styles just aren’t for “old fashioned” me.
Check out these before and after pictures…
Pay no attention to the odd look on my face, she caught me off guard. I really do think that it came out all right. It certainly has lifted a weight off of me, and seems pretty easy to take care. I came home with 19-1/2″ of hair to donate to Locks of Love.