Philosophy on Hair

Once upon a time I had short hair, very short hair. Short hair that was shorter than a boy's hair. This hair had to be cut every four to six weeks. I liked having short hair, but I greatly disliked going to get my hair cut. I dread having to discuss the facts of my life with a beautician who really doesn't care about the facts of my life, but feels the need to make small talk. Small talk is inefficient, unproductive, generally all the time, but particularly so when you are holding a conversation with a beautician that you probably never will see again. (I am not the type to return faithfully to the same hair stylist).

When I began college, I quickly learned that getting my hair cut every 4-6 weeks far exceeded my limited budget, so I made a decision to grow my hair out to one length except for my bangs. It was a painful process. I looked very odd my whole freshman year of college, but since then, I have had basically the same hair style (I no longer have bangs). My hair is all one length. Sometimes it's shorter; sometimes it's longer, but it is always one length. I do not really do anything with my hair. Ever. I have come to the conclusion that it is just a waste of time. I wash it. I brush it. That's it. Plain. Simple. It works well for me, and the best part of all is that I have successfully resolved to only get my hair cut twice a year. Eventually the ends get stragglely looking and need to be taken care of, but I save tons and tons of money. And I don't have to talk often to beauticians, who incidently, always have very bizarre hair, if you haven't noticed.

Yesterday evening my husband stayed home with my daughter and I drove a few blocks to the cheapest place I could find to get a hair cut. (It doesn't take a lot of talent to trim hair all one length, so cheap is the way to go). It was raining. I looked like a drowned rat. I walked in and asked for an appointment, and they were very accomodating. I opted for the cheap option of not getting my hair washed, just cut. It was already drenched from the rain anyway. I sat in the little swivel chair and had the stylist chop off 5 inches of hair. When cutting hair, my motto is go drastic. At least you feel like you get your money's worth that way.

My hair is still all one length, but in a short phase right now. Someone once advised me never to get your hair cut when in the late stages of pregancy because you tend not to think things through and opt for an overly short style that makes your head look like a little pea on top of a large blueberry. I think they might have a point. My head does look peaish. It has taken me a day to get used to my missing locks, but I think things will work out just fine. Hair grows, and I don't have to go back to the beauty shop until next March.