Friday, 29 October 2010
A Woman's Crowning Glory
My hair is getting pretty long again. I've been wanting to cut it for months. I won't point out all the reasons why (I don't want you to notice them the next time you see me), but I've had about enough of it. I cut bangs a few weeks ago in a fit of frustration. It was either that or shave my head. I've been contemplating really short hair cuts, but I'd never have the courage. But I definitely know it is time to cut a lot of hair off.
So, that is the attitude I've had toward my hair. I can't seem to make it look nice anymore. Yesterday, I had my hair done up all day and didn't like how it was behaving, so right before I left the house to go to dinner at my grandparents', I took out all the clips, looked in the mirror and said to myself, "ugh!" Then I ran out the door with the kids, not doing anything about it.
By the time I got to my destination I had forgotten that my hair was a kinky wavy mess. I came in the door, and my Papa (whom I adore) said something like "I like your long hair." (of course coming from him, the simple comment sounded Scottish and so much lovelier).
It is amazing how quickly my attitude changed! Kevin has been telling me for months (years?) not to cut my hair short. I don't listen to him (sorry Kev). But when Papa makes one comment, I find that I want to honour his preference and keep my hair long.
It's just strange. But maybe if you knew my Papa you wouldn't think so. He is just lovely.
But I'm probably still going to cut my hair short (sorry Papa).