For those of you who follow my blog (and shame on you if you don’t!) you know that I recently whacked my mane for charitable reasons.
I miss it.
Before my hair and I were separated, it spent a lot of time getting slammed in car doors, caught in drawers, and tangled in my glasses. While this certainly sounds like a major difficulty that I ought to be glad I am rid of, short hair has its own complications. Now that the weight of my hair is gone, it rearranges itself into wonky swirls and flips. These are quite unattractive, and must be tackled with a serious flat-ironing session every morning. No more wash-n-go for me!
I am still working on training my subconscious self to realize that there just isn’t as much hair there as it used to be. When I’m in the shower, I find myself still using a rather large dollop of shampoo, even though I only need about a third as much now. Not to mention I get many of my blog ideas in the shower, so the shorter hair severely cuts down on my creative time. When I get home from work, I am in the habit of putting my hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way while I clean the house/cook dinner/poke around on my computer. Shorter hair renders this completely unnecessary, so I have to slap my own hand almost nightly when it reaches for a ponytail holder.
Faithful readers, don’t get me wrong. I do not for one second regret the reason behind my brisk bob. I am very glad to know that someone will benefit from my scalping. Perhaps I just want to say that I hope they enjoy it, and maybe slam it in a car door occasionally to make it feel at home.