cut don’t cut

i’ve been thinking about cutting my hair. it has gotten quite long [if i stretch it out, the curls, that is, it comes to just inches above my hips. that's long. for me, anyway, since i haven't had it this long in forever. i think my hair was just a little shorter than this when i went for the big chop-off somewhere in 1996 or 97.

i miss the short hair for several reasons ... it was cute, it was easy to take care of and i could style it a number of ways [strange, but i could do more with my hair when it was short than i can when it's long]. simple matter of fact is that i don’t know how to care for long hair. i’m not used to it. at all. most times i just wear it pulled back in a headband or ponytail. i don’t like wearing it loose too often because it’s so unmanageable, and if i straighten it, the flyaways are a nightmare [i can't stand when it brushes my face]. i wash it every two or three days, because any more often than that and it breaks. but because i have to use a mild product to keep it from frizzing, i am prone to acne just below the nape of my neck. ick. i also have not learned how to properly blowdry it [blowdrying is pretty much NOT an option for hair like mine unless i wish to look like gene wilder]. so it’s left to air dry, which i don’t mind except for the fact that it traps moisture against my scalp, causing this horrible outbreaks and itchy scalp. ugh. i’m just so done with it.

and tim’s hinted at me doing away with it, too. not that he doesn’t like it, just that he’s tired of seeing i shed more than the cat does. he’s gone through a bottle of drano in the bathtub and that didn’t work, so he asked me to fish around with a wire hanger before trying a different type of drano.

i did.

what i found was enough to make a sizeable wig for a chemo patient. [a slimy, stinky wig, anyway].

so i’m a bit torn. especially on a day like this when my hair actually looks nice, and my family has finally stopped teasing me about having a boy cut for so many years.

a girl who works on my floor, who is always so nicely groomed in her little pulled back bun, asked me one day if my curls were natural. “ugh, yes, unfortunately, what a mess they are!” [they really were that day] she said her hair is the exact same way and she was growing tired of it. then said she was going to chop it off that weekend and donate it. she returned the next week with a really nice shoulder length do and said they took away 10 inches. wow. i should look into this. it could be just the thing. though i’m not sure anyone would want to be cursed with my frazzled hair.

i dunno. still debating. alexis asked me a while back how long i intended to grow it. i figured just enough to get some kick ass braids …. but i need to learn to braid properly first.

yeah, this is what i’m aiming for …

now if i could just have that figure and those boots, too.