Tomorrow has come to be known to a number of Pittsburgh bloggers as “hair day.” We’ve been invited by Divinity Salon to come on over for cuts and color and loads of fun. Sounds great! And yet…
Since moving to Pittsburgh, only one person has touched my hair, with the exception of my wedding day. Can I tell you how much I hated my hair on my wedding day? I forgave my stylist for being on vacation on my wedding day. She is a planner and I had just eleven weeks between Mr C’s proposal and “I Do.” But I really hated my hair that day.
I especially hated the substitute hair stylist saying to me, “It’s too bad you didn’t have time to grow your hair out for the wedding.” I wouldn’t have grown it out if I did have time. At the time I was actively showing dogs and needed a cut that was very low maintenance. “Dog show hair” I have been known to call it. It shouldn’t take any more than five minutes and should look the same at the end of the day as at the beginning, thus freeing me to spend hours obsessing over every strand on my dog.
Anyway, it worked for me. And still does. I’m not showing dogs (at the moment) but I still don’t have time to futz with my hair. It works, except for one thing.
I’m bored out of my mind. I’m also getting gray, but that’s mostly solved with highlights twice a year. It doesn’t cover the gray. It merely distracts you from noticing the gray. (Right? Right?) Mostly, I’m just bored.
I have grown my hair out, successfully and unsuccessfully, more times than I can count. I always end up short. Or really short. Or really really short. So I have let my hair grow, for about seven weeks. That’s two weeks beyond when I usually get it cut. Two whole weeks! It’s driving me crazy, but I was determined to give the nice people at Divinity something to work with. I have a sinking feeling it’s not going to look any different than it has for the last fifteen years but you never know.
[Many thanks to Cooper Munroe for organizing Hair Day!]