2 Never-Break Rules for a Daring ‘Do
Lisa’s Two Never-Break Rules for Hairdo Switcheroos
1. Never opt into a major hairstyle change one week before a major event. Never. Ever.
2. Never opt into a major hairstyle change unless you know exactly what you want.
So. Can you guess how I entertained myself this week? *sigh*
It used to be that on days I was running behind in the morning I’d just skip my exercise. I won’t do that anymore, as I recently learned that my long time exercise routine is the thing holding a cardiac dysfunction at bay. The problem is that when I’m on the treadmill I really work—walk and run on an incline the whole time, light weights, the whole enchilada—which results in nasty, sweaty hair. But if I’m running behind, since I won’t skip my exercise anymore, something else has to go. Something like the 20+ minutes it takes to wash, condition, dry, and style my hair in the morning. So, yeah…confession time. If I don’t have time to wash my hair after a workout, well…I don’t. Which is gross. Seriously. Trust me on this. So I decided to cut my hair super short to make it easier to fix, and by extension, allow time to wash my hair every morning. Which I did, and it is.
So what’s the problem? The problem is, I remember now why I don’t wear my hair short. Because I look like the love child of a dandelion and a Q-Tip!
How did I manage to forget this key bit of personal history, Buttercup? How? *palm to face*
Now I’ve got to go to the RWA conference in NY next week, meet people in person that I currently only know through the internet, possibly meet some of my favorite authors, all with a new hairdo that I’ve yet to figure out how to control.
But one can’t, as they say, un-ring the bell, or in this case, cry over cut hair. So take my advice and never, ever, change your hair one week before a big event. Never. Ever. Did I mention Never and Ever? Just don’t do it. And don’t switch your regular hairdo unless you know what you want. My hair stylist is so patient she deserves a medal. I drove the poor girl crazy yesterday debating the cut. This isn’t her fault. I’ve done this before and should’ve known better.
On the upside, I’m proud of myself for being brave enough to do it. I was very happy this morning when my hair was washed and styled in about five minutes. I’ve even stopped closing my eyes and slapping my hand over my mouth when I pass a mirror. Mostly.
Can’t be that bad, you say? Well, my husband likes it, God bless him. I’ve only had one or two hairstyles in 35 years that he blinked hard at. He thinks I’m gorgeous no matter what I do. (Yes, I know I’m lucky.) My daughters and friends, well, not so much. My oldest daughter’s smile stuck on her face when she saw me, and the words, “It’s not that bad,” came out of her mouth. My youngest complained that now I have a “mom cut,” (I’m a mom, I can’t help it, every haircut is a mom cut), and then she spent 20 minutes playing with my new locks in an effort to make them look different. My pal Linda wanted a photo, which I sent. Her response? “I’ll like it better when you play with it and make it your own.” All in all, not exactly rousing affirmations—well, except for the hubster, who is my biggest fan. Anyway, you get the picture.
Ahh, a picture, you say! You want a picture? Hahahaha! I said I was proud for being brave, not reckless. Keep an eye on the sidebar photo. It’ll change as soon as I figure out how to control this crazy mop. And if you’ve liked my Facebook author page, you’ll see the daring ‘do when I post photos from the RWA Conference next week (after the 22nd). But you have to promise not to laugh.
Speaking of the 22nd, Jami Gray (author of The Kyn Kronicles: Shadow’s Edge, Shadow’s Soul, Shadow’s Moon, and Shadow’s Curse) has graciously offered to guest post here at Writing in the Buff that day as I’ll be winging my way to New York. I’ll do the intro, but please leave her lots of comments! I’ll do my best to drop by, too, in between workshops, meeting author pals, and struggling with my new mom hair.
See you Friday for Observations From the Tub.
Thanks for hanging out with me!