WARNING TO MY BEST FRIEND, PREETI: Go read another blog. Click here. Noelle is a sweetheart and she has beautiful long hair.
I was off Friday and my birthday is coming up so The Coach decided to treat me with a hair do and a nails do before taking me out to dinner and a movie.
Here is s short history of my hair. (I know you have been sitting at home wondering, "What is the history of Heather's hair?")
This picture is about three months post Shaye Baby, but pre "hair leaping from head as if it were escaping the Titanic." If it would have stayed like this I would have been happy with it.
After I had Shaye Baby at least half of it fell out. Seriously when she was six months old I went to get a trim and the lady who has been doing my hair for a few years literally gasped. Up until that point I had a thick head of hair. It seems each baby takes a little more with it. It's only temporary though, so I figured I would stick it out. I had been growing my hair for three years and I thought if I just didn't look at it for long enough one day it would be beautiful . Ok. I would have settled for acceptable. (I was also willing to ignore the fact that when I exited the shower it looked like Chewbacca had bathed there.)
My hair started growing back in gray and kinky. So I had half as much and the new hair was gnarly. Lovely. I started coloring at home which probably didn't help the texture which reminded me of........hmmmmmmmmm. What did it remind me of? HAY! STRAW! BAD CARPET!
This was about four months later. The hair inspired the, "Bad hair? Show more chest" phase of my life.
I struggled through the summer mostly wearing pony tails.
When school started I agonized over what to do. I got a trim, but mostly left it.
It looked bad.
It felt bad.
It took too long to do. (Seriously if hair is going to take thirty minutes to do it should look awesome.)
That is pretty much three strikes.
Hair out. (Off.)
I would say my hair has been mostly short since kindergarten when my mom chopped me from waist length hair to a Hammel cut. (Spelling?)
My mom likes it short.
The Coach loves it short.
I like it short. I feel cutest with it like this. It is easy. Occasionally I worry that I appear old and
"butchy", but that is no worse than how I felt with the stringy straw hair. And a big honking pair of earrings usually fixes that feeling.
My best friend, Preeti, does NOT like it short. She hasn't since we were in the sixth grade.
We seem to agree to disagree on many things. She thinks I am trying to kill her when I attempt to talk her into doing a triathlon with me. I like to treat technology is if it were a passing fad.
My hair though seems to be a constant bone of contention!
I say, "Just cuz it long, don't mean it look good." - Poor grammar for added emphasis.
She says, "That haircut is ugly." She never actually said that. I imagine that is what she is thinking. (Cuz she has said plenty. Believe me!)
So here I am now.(Odd that in none of these shots can my nose ring be seen.)
What about you? How do you like your hair? Does your best friend agree??
(Notice I did NOT ask what you thought about the new do. In case you were going to give Preeti some more ammunition.)