Since November I have been battling a series of terrible haircuts. Every once in a while I’ll look quite sophisticated, occasionally cute, but mostly like Florence Henderson or a young Billie Jean King.
Short haircuts ought to come with a warning: This will require constant vigilance. Lazy girls Should NOT apply.
You don’t know how many women with whom I have had this conversation:
“I just got so sick of having my hair in a pony tail, but I don’t like to do my hair, so I thought if I cut it off it would be simple and cute…”
Sympathetic murmuring is my general response while nodding my hideous do.
The funny thing is I got the first terrible haircut right around the time I bought my Mac and the mad and incessant photoBooth sessions ensued. I’ve been in more pictures in the last six months than I have in the previous ten years.
I do not allow my kids near the Mac without me and you can only lean out of the frame so many times, especially when the child is wanting a picture with you.
So I’m growing my hair out.
I’ll keep you posted.
