I'm generally quite open to experimentation.
I swear that wasn't a reference to Monday's post about the Pure Romance Tickle & Whip.
There's one realm of my life though, where I seldom experiment. For much of my childhood, I had the classic haircut of a tomboy. My hair was short. Very short.
At age 12, I ceased finding it amusing to be mistaken for a boy. The fact that I sprouted boobs around this time went along with my decision to start growing my hair long.
There was a brief grow-out period during which I generously kept AquaNet hairspray in business with my oh-so-fashionable '80s bangs.
But once my hair grew out to one length, I left it alone. Aside from the occasional trim to keep split ends at bay, my hair has pretty much been the same for the last 25 years:
I didn't think much of it until earlier this summer when I went to see my hairdresser. She's been trimming my hair every 10 weeks for the better part of a decade, and I figured it would be business as usual. She sat me down in the chair and began to snip my split ends.
"Have you ever thought of doing anything a little different?" she asked.
"Like with peanut butter and nipple clamps?"
She sighed. "No. I mean layers."
"I don't think I know that position."
"Your hair," she insisted. "I'm talking about long, wavy layers. I think they'd really add body and texture and give you a bit of a different look."
It wasn't hard to read between the lines – some people actually change their hair every quarter-century, you dumbass.
So I agreed. Well, eventually.
"Would I have to start washing it more than once or twice a week?" I demanded.
"Blow drying it?"
"Using gel or spray or hair products of any kind?"
"Because you know I'm too lazy for that," I reminded her.
"I am fully aware that lifting a hairbrush is something you consider too strenuous to attempt more than once every couple days," she said. "Trust me – I think you'll like the layers."
So I agreed. And I only cried for a little while when six-inch swaths of my hair started hitting the floor:
Two minutes into the process, I decided the whole thing would be easier if I closed my eyes. That went well until my hairdresser started explaining the different tools.
"I used the scissors for this section to create a little more definition, and now I'm using this blade to create wispier sections through here."
"Uh-huh," I said, keeping my eyes squeezed shut.
When it was all over, I looked in the mirror. As it turns out, I rather like my new 'do. It's subtle enough my gentleman friend still recognized me when I returned home, but different enough I don't feel like I just wasted an hour and a few bucks:
How often do you alter your hairstyle? Are you set in your ways like me, or do you tend to shake things up a bit more frequently? Please share!
Oh, and feel free to comment on my new 'do. Can you even tell a difference? If so, whaddya think? Keep in mind, it's too late now to paste the hair back in place if you happen to hate it. Then again, maybe I'd start a cool new trend with the pasted hair. Has anyone seen my glitter glue?