Hair

Not the musical, silly!  The stuff coming out of my head.  Come enter my brain for a few minutes of turmoil:

When we move to a new location, there are two things that I hate more than all others.  Finding a church and finding a hairstylist.

Finding a church is hard for obvious reasons, but finding a stylist is almost harder, though not as important {can we all say, "duh?"}.  If you have a bad cut, you have to wait weeks to try someone else!  Some people take it all in stride and just fix whatever is wrong on their own.  I am not one of these mavericks who can just whack at her own head and make beautiful things happen.  Or anyone else's head, for that matter.  I wanted to give Jack a haircut recently, and even got so far as getting the scissors out of the drawer, but I just couldn't bring myself to ruin him.  He's just too cute for that.   

I am pretty confident in my decorating choices for my home and about what I like in clothing and accessories.  I am a dufus when it comes to my hair. 

It's kind of surprising, really.  I am actually pretty good at fixing hair, and when mine was long, I enjoyed creating fun hairstyles.  People even hired me to do their hair for prom and other similar events.  I did my sister's hair for her wedding.  Isn't she beautiful?  She didn't pay me.  I did it pro bono.  It's a love thing.

But sit me down with the task of finding the perfect cut for myself and my heart starts pounding.  I don't know what to do!  I need to be guided.

Enter Chris.  He's my stylist, and he never does exactly what I want him to do, but I always get tons of compliments on his cuts, so I keep going back.   He's like a drug.

So here's my most recent problem.  I want to cut my hair in a pixie hairstyle.  I've never done it.  I was close once, in college, when I had to cut my hair really short because I burned off a conspicuous chunk of it with a curling iron and it was the only way to fix it.  I hadn't entertained the idea of a pixie for myself until recently.  I'd been feeling like I needed something new, and when I saw my sister's gorgeous hair, I wanted it.  Sibling rivalry and all that.

She's still a beauty.  But my sister is tiny.  I mean TINY, as you can see.

So here are the thoughts running through my head.

1.  What if we get our signals crossed, and Chris doesn't do what I want?
2.  What if I look fat with a pixie hairstyle?
3.  I don't want to look butch.  Will I have to wear makeup so that I look like a girl?  I'm a stay-at-home mom.  That gives me the right to only wear makeup to church.
4.  My hair is pretty thick.  Will it 'fro when it grows out?
5.  What if I think it looks good, but in pictures it looks awful?
6.  In reference to #5, why do I care?  I'm never in any pictures unless I throw the camera at someone and beg to have my picture taken.  My children will someday think they grew up without a mother.
7.  Don't delve too deeply in that last statement.  You won't come back out.
8.  Looking at the picture above, my hair is already kind of short.  Why am I stressing about this in the first place {don't deny it - you were thinking this, too}?

Let's all take a collective sigh {sigh}.  Deep breaths, now.  Time for the disclaimer.  Ready?

I know that hair grows back. 

I also know that if this is the biggest problem I have, my life is easy.

I know, too, that I am apparently more vain than I had realized.  A whole blog post vain, to be exact!

In conclusion, if I go through with it, I will post picture of my new hairstyle.

If it looks good.