In a moment of spontaneity I chopped my hair off yesterday. 10 inches gone, plus bangs. I haven’t had short hair since Grade 9 when it was cut to my chin.
Having long curly hair, I’ve always been paranoid about hair dressers. There are horror stories. Horror stories where I have had to take out a pair of my own scissors to fix blatant mistakes. There are ways you don’t cut curly hair, and I have fallen victim to all of them. Which is why for the past 4+ years of my life I have simply been trimming my own hair.
But it was time for a change that even my own scissors couldn’t do. So on a whim I sucked it up, made an appointment, and the chopping began.
The look was inspired by Christina Hendricks. When I tell people this, most of them go blank in the face, and then I go “Really? I’m the one without television, and even I know who Christina Hendricks is.” Or—in talking with various males, this has been the conversation:
Me: She’s plays Joan. One of the best characters on Mad Men.
Me: She’s the red headed office manager.
Me: *sigh* She’s the one with the huge rack.
Them: Oh! Her!
And then a little part of me dies knowing that an uber-talented female actor is known more for her body parts than her absolutely brilliant acting skills.