More About Hair

Lately I’ve been thinking it’s about time I cut Peanut’s hair again.  I haven’t touched it with shears since whacking it all off during the summer and I’ve been thinking the ends are getting raggedy.  I don’t really do anything to it because she wears he crown everywhere so the only time I actually style it is on Sunday for church.  On Sunday night after ODD played the piano in Primary and got to see all the kids together he told me he thought we needed to do something with Peanut’s hair.  I agreed and have spent the last few days trying to decide if I just want to trim it up and let it keep growing long or chop it off into a little A-line bob.  I asked Peanut but she didn’t seem to care either way so I decided for her.  I cut it short and I love it.

Before.

What I cut.

After

Of course Peanut was happy to have her hair played with a bit but was more interested in getting her crown back on than enjoying the new look.  At least she didn’t cry like she did last time I cut it.

As a little side note, on Tuesday Peanut pulled a piece of her hair in front of her face, pointed at it with her other hand, and told me, “This is getting darker.”  I told her maybe it would get to be dark like ODD’s and she made a face and told me, “No, I want it to be like you.”  I think it’s sweet she likes my weird mish mash of blonde, brown, red hair and wants hers to turn that color, too.

Speaking Writing of my hair I found a strand of gray today.  A couple of years ago my mom found one but I haven’t seen any since.  This morning while putting on my mascara, though, I saw a gray shining through.  I don’t mind some beautiful salt and pepper gray; I even hope to have some someday, but I’m not even thirty years old yet so I don’t think I’m quite ready to let go of coloring my hair.  Not that I’ve done it lately.  I think the last time I did it was. . . maybe before Halloween?  I can’t even remember.  That’s sad.

That also brings me to my next thought about my hair.  It needs to be cut.  Desperately.  The last time I had it cut was the July before I got pregnant with Wingnut.  Wingnut is almost 1 year old.  That means I haven’t had my hair cut in one year and eight months!  ONE YEAR AND EIGHT MONTHS!  It’s been one year and eight months (!) since my last haircut.  Do you realize how long a year and eight months is?  Hair can getting looking pretty awful in a year and eight months.

Want to know what’s even worse?  I have a gift card for a cut and color from a stylist I love.  I’ve had it since my birthday in May last year.  I know.  It’s ridiculous.  I just can’t manage to get it scheduled because she’s in a place near Tinytown and I live in Salt Lake.  It’s kind of a long way to travel for just a cut and color so I’ve tried to schedule something when we were heading that way anyway.  The problem is our trips to Tinytown tend to be either last minute or over holidays so the salon is either closed or my stylist is booked up (she’s freaking awesome).  So here’s my solution, I’m taking a day and scheduling an appointment.  I’ll probably have lunch with some friends while I’m around and get a few other things done that I’ve been meaning to get to but if nothing else happens that day I WILL get my hair cut.  I’ve called the salon and discovered the earliest I can get an appointment is mid-April.  Yep, I need to deal with my scary hair for another month. *sigh* At least it will get done eventually.

Also, I don’t think I’m going to cut much.  Just a few inches to clean everything up.  My hair hasn’t been this long since I had 13+ inches cut to donate to locks of love in 2004.  I’ve sort of missed it over the years so I think I’m going to hang on to it for a little while.  It definitely needs to be shaped up, though, so that’s what I’m hoping to take care of in April.  Don’t look too closely at the ends. *shamefully shakes head* There’s a reason I don’t usually tell people I used to be a hair stylist.  With the way Peanut’s and my hair look most of the time it isn’t like people would believe me anyway.