Through the Seasons

Speaking of Haircuts

I’ve cut my hair myself a couple times lately.

The first time I just trimmed off the bottom.  Easy enough.  No problems.

Then my hair seemed too heavy at the bottom, too full.  It needed to be thinned out a bit.  I was just hating my hair.  I was dreaming about getting a haircut.  The idea was starting to preoccupy me so much that I decided to try my hand at it again but layering it more.

Disaster!

The problem right now is that I got it cut by a hairdresser at conference in July.  Now it is growing, growing, growing out.  It doesn’t just magically grow out into a nice style.  So I am trying to just provide a bit of order to the craziness that is my hair right now.

But I cut too much off.  It looks a little crazy.  I’m trying to be content though.  It’s just hair, after all, and it seems no one else cares a wit what my hair looks like.  They don’t even seem to notice when I hack it off at strange new angles.  So that’s a relief.  And it’s hair.  It grows.

I originally cut it short because I was tired of pulling it back.  Now I’d give my right arm to be able to pull it back.  Ah well.  The grass is always greener on the other side, right?  But if anyone wants to send me a couple barrettes I’d appreciate it.  My ears are tired from having locks of hair shoved behind them multiple times a day.  And I am using bobby pins some and, well, not the most attractive look I could come up with.

Hey at least I’ve learned!  I’ve learned to leave the cutting to the professionals!  As many times as I’ve messed Asher’s hair up trying to cut it I don’t know why I thought I’d do better on myself – except for the fact that I knew I’d sit still for myself.  Apparently him being an wiggling toddler was not what caused me to cut his too short or unevenly.

I have also discovered why Jonathan cuts his own hair.  He’s a wise man.  Very wise.