Showing posts with label hair styles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair styles. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 09, 2023

Hair Rant

 Ahhh there it is, a rant about hair. I really only think my hair is there for covering the top of my head when I am not wearing a baseball cap.

I stink at styling it. I rarely blow dry it or use products. It has thinned out from age and loss of my female hormones [geeze, too much info right?]. Not only that, it has lost its wonderful black luster and has become brownish, faded, and silvery. The silver is fine. When I add some bold color, it is fun.

But face it. My longer hair looks worn out and tired. I used to wear it short all of the time. Really short. Pixie short.

During the pandemic, I let it go and then I've had it trimmed every once in a while and added some fun colors. Now I look at the straggles in the mirror and stick it in a pony tail that looks pathetic [to me].

I made and appointment to get it chopped into something else. I'm tired of the same ol' same ol'. Hubby knows this about me. I'll take long hair and cut it all off when the mood strikes.

I've always been that way. One time I had long dark locks of hair and I had it all cut off. My ex husband came home from work and I asked him if he noticed anything. He replied, "You moved the couch." He was a smart man, he never told me how to do my hair.

I told Rich I was going for a hair cut and showed him something I was thinking about. Not super short, but a lot of it much shorter.

He instantly got upset. You know, crossed arms, and grumpy eyes.

When I asked what was wrong he said, "I like your hair this way. But you don't listen to me ever. I like it long."

I answered, "I'm bored with it long. I need a change."

He then glowered at me and said, "Whatever, you always do what YOU want and never listen to me."

True enough. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Look, I have to wear my hair, you don't. You don't have to put it up or deal with the straggles."

Like a two year old, he sunk into the his chair and crossed his arms. His eyes got dark and slittel.

"Fine. Do what you want. Whatever. You will anyway."

I laughed, "You know I will. It IS my hair. I think I should shave it on one side and leave a flop top."

The look I received could have burned a house down.


I could always go crazy.. you know...



Well, I guess we shall see!


Tempting but a bit too wild!!!!


After all, it is my choice.