"Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty."
— Amy March in Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
|Me (back), my dad, my sister, Carrie, and my Grandma Haskell of the pin-curls 1980|
So, I cut it. My stylist, Melanie Knapke, suggested a bob. Long hair and short both at once. Melanie is very good. She's also very expensive, so the length of my hair has waxed and waned with my finances. For a while it was very long again. I was content.
The other day, Dallas and I went shopping because I had a job interview and my clothes no longer fit. I knew I have lost quite a bit of weight over the past year or so, but I hadn't gone down a dress size. I had gone down two. And, I got into a skirt a size that I haven't been able to wear for nearly 30 years. I tried it on by mistake, but I even got it buttoned and zipped. I didn't buy it, but I felt like one of those Progresso soup commercials. It fits! It fits!! [happy dance]. I didn't call Progresso. I just told Desireé.
The conversation went like this as I sat in the chair before the mirror and Melanie tugged at my shaggy hair with her fingers:
" What do you think of short?"
"Do you have a picture?" Melanie stares a few moments at Carrie's picture I lifted from Facebook. ". . . umm, I could cut your hair like that, but you wouldn't like it."
[me making a squiggy face] "I would look terrible, huh?"
"No, I could do it and make it look good, but you couldn't. You couldn't make your hair look like this, and you would go home and hate it."
I sat there disappointed as Melanie explained to me about the curl in my hair and the fine wispies around my face that are such a pain to deal with. These things I know, of course. They're the biggest reason I've worn my hair long for so many years. Carrie's hair is straight as a stick (which she hates, of course).
I inherited my grandmother's hair. For as long as I knew her, she wore her hair short with two pin-curls plastered down right at the corners of her forehead. Growing up, I thought she was just stuck in the 1930's and refused to change her hairstyle. After years of sad experience, I realized she found something her hair would actually do and stuck to it. Fortunately, I have more than bobby pins and Dippity Do to work with.
Dallas hates it, of course. With a purple passion. He likes long hair. But, darlin', I'm not seventeen any longer. I had thought you noticed.
It's just a pic off my cellphone at Chuck E. Cheese's, but it's what I've got. It looks a la monde in real life. What do you think?
—A Chaotic Mind