Thursday, October 15, 2009

In my quest to bring you new levels of mediocrity, I give you another post about my hair. When shooting for the bushes, how can you miss? THAT'S the spirit!

I am in agony, dear reader. Oh hear my cry. Hearken thou unto me:

Hair agony.

I believed I mentioned a time or two that I have special ish-oooze with my hair. Namely: I care about how it looks. For a long time, when my kids were in diapers, I didn't care how my hair looked. I was glad to have hair and my thoughts about it ended there. After all, I had sippy cups to fill, nose-sucker-outers to clean and daily trips to the Wal-Marts for diapers, whole milk and pureed peas. Because, obviously, in my sleep deprived state, I neglected my plan-ahead gene.

But now that everyone in the Jubilant household can (pretty much) wipe their own bottoms, I have renewed interest in not looking like I just rolled out of bed. Rejoice! And again I say, rejoice! The Calm One is so proud. And relieved. He no longer has to uphold the title of "better half." A title he was never fully comfortable with.

I'm just sayin'.

Anyhoo, I decided a few weeks ago, to let my hair grow out of it's cute, but edgy 'do. I liked it, but it wasn't my best look. And I would no longer have to deal with shocked looks from various old childhood friends when I visited my parents' church. Always a plus. And I prefer a softer look around my face. The spikiness lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. (And therein concludes today's lesson in French.)

So, the agony is that while I am waiting for my hair to grow out, I can't do a single thing with it. No amount of clips, mousse or hairspray can tame these unruly tresses. It's as if my hair has a mind of it's own as opposed to just sitting atop my own mind. I am truly at the point where I am ready to go back to short and spiky just so I can be put out of my hair misery. But in a month or two, I'd just be right back here where I am now. Harried - in so very many ways.

And freakishly, perpetually in a state of hair disarray.

Whatever shall I do, dear reader? Whatever shall I do?

(No melodramatic plays were harmed in the extraction and reinsertion of certain key phrases in this post)


  1. Anonymous10/16/2009

    You know what my preference is and I NO what you think of it. R

  2. Get some cute hats.

  3. I get my hair THINNED. Did you know you can do that? Makes all the difference in the world if you need it, but very few stylists really do it very well.

  4. Hang in there and what ever you do - don't cut your hair. My hair used to be short and spikie, it has taken a while, ok longer then a while but once I was able to put my hair in a little pony tail I knew I was making progress. The grow out stage is hard but short lived. Hang in there....

  5. Oh yeah, your picture? I sleep with a cpap machine, that's what I look like in the morning - hair every where :)

  6. Okay, so I sheepishly admit to NOT having been here for a while. I'm soooooo behind in my blog reading. You know with home-schooling two teens, football, a toddler chasing me whilst screaming NO, and two other kids thrown in the middle for the heck of it. . . .

    But this post?! Brough me out of my reading slump. I feel ya. I feel ya. In fact, I was just on Facebook begging friends from all walks of my life, past and present, to weigh in on the debate. Long and curly (Which I've been growing toward for a year now) or back to short and spikey.

    My hairdresser's voice of reason won out and today I am sporting a nicely layered, updated bob that's been stacked up the back. I have to work on it a bit but I think I'm gonna like it.

    It's nice to be back :)

  7. The hair drama. I know it well. I say, bite the bullet and grow it out. You can always cut it later!


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