Anyway I had seen a woman in the library a few weeks ago with great short hair (like mine usually is :) and I asked her where she went so I called them day before yesterday. A fair amount pricier than I usually stand but that's how upset I was in May and I couldn't risk it again with school approaching. I mean I'm freaked out enough about the onslaught without not being able to depend on my hair looking fun and Susan-y. Even writing this I still feel pretty superficial putting such stock in appearance-oriented crap but I'm not a fashion bug nor do I go in for make-up and all the other accoutrements of being a
So. I walked into H*ir South (braced to spend $33 - a fair chunk outside my normal haircut price limit as most of you know) and sat down. As each stylist finished what they were working on I had more or less hopes they would turn to me. The first was pretty cool but had that ubiquitous wedgy-back haircut the preference for which I think is connected to some chemical in the SC/NC water supply or something. Seriously you can't spit without hitting these things. So I immediately thought she would not be able to think out of the box, altho at least she was kind of with the times. An older lady with a really fun short haircut was my frontrunner; obviously she knew short hair and personal, individualized style! I want her! Yes!! She's almost finished, she will turn to me now... but no, she went back in the back to stock shampoo or something and I was forced to realize that the only one left, finishing a man's cut, the other older lady with the (I'm not kidding) Doris Day* hair was probably for me.
Later Doris, not early Doris - and -OK, to be honest - minus the puffy top, otherwise Doris to a T.
My heart sank. There's no way a gray-haired Doris impersonator with orthopedic work sandals (I just noticed) on could make my hair fun. (Actually the gray part was in her favor since at least I was pretty sure she wouldn't be trying to talk me into coloring mine away like my old stylist in Cleveland - great haircuts but shut up about the gray already!) But what was I going to do? She did in fact come to get me once the guy was done and I decided to bite the bullet.
I had dug out some pix from years ago to take with me just to show the basic shape/length I was shooting for and
This entry, and my catching up on a few emails last night and today, and feeling - almost - like digging in on schoolwork are probably all thanks to my head feeling better, inside and out. It's the first day in a while I haven't gone straight to the couch and stayed there the bulk of the day to continue my escapist reading and/or DVD binging. OK well that's not entirely accurate, I've run the odd errand and finally started going to the gym again (which might also have helped since its mental benefits are probably kicking in right about now, too).
So there. I'm not going to jinx things by saying I'm back; I guess I'm just peeking out thru the shutters kind of.
*Don't get me wrong - I love Doris, but I don't really want her hair - except maybe from her early movies in certain cases.