This week's host is Sandy who wants us to relive those bad hair days:
You can usually tell when a woman is about to or has made a momentous decision or change in her life... Just look at her hair. If the hair has changed, something else has changed as well.
When I was a child, I had long, silky blonde hair. I don't remember which brother my mother was pregnant with, but mid-summer, she was HOT. Melting. She cut off her hair. My hair. My brothers' hair. I had a pixie, the boys had crew cuts. And we found out that we had kind of funny-looking heads. Little heads, big faces. Kind of like aliens. It was years before any of us had short hair again - and by then, my brothers' heads had grown so that their military cuts looked pretty normal.
Me? I grew my hair. But for trims to keep the split ends at bay, I didn't cut my hair. That pixie was fairly traumatic, apparently.
All through my teens, I had long hair.
I had long hair when I got married at age 20. It was not a good marriage. And I realized the turning point when one day, I walked into the bathroom, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the hair on one side of my head SHORT. My then-husband was aghast. And pretty angry. His idea of me was thin with long, long blonde hair. By then, that was NOT my idea of myself. I felt ugly and I felt like my outsides should reflect my insides. So I hacked my hair off. The marriage ended a couple of years later.
After I returned home, I let my hair grow again. It never got to the lengths it had before, but it was down between my shoulder blades. And on the thin side.
I finally decided to have what I wanted. I found my man. He likes long hair, but I've always loved BIG hair. Always wanted BIG hair. But it was the same fine, silky hair I had as a child, so I permed it.
FINALLY - BIG HAIR!
Except it was also "fried" hair. My hair doesn't take kindly to perming or coloring. Everytime I did that, more would fall out. I tried to keep it up anyway.
Then I got pregnant. I kept the long hair as long as I could stand it, but finally cut it off chin length with bangs. I loved how easy it was, but I hated how it looked. After the baby was born, I grew it out again.
My hair wasn't the only thing that grew. So did my waistline. Long hair, big tummy.
And I finally realized something. I couldn't wear hair for everyone else... I needed hair that fit me. My idea of myself and how I wanted to live my life. So I tried it again. I got my hair cut short (for me) to just above my shoulders. And I LOVED it.
So easy to take care of. I didn't have to do anything to it - I just washed it, combed it and let it go. I could sweat and not feel weighed down by hair. I could jump in the shower and not have to spend time on it.
It's time to get my hair cut again. This time, my life is changing for the better. I'm becoming more active and long hair just doesn't fit my view of life right now. It may get long again sometime, but it will be my choice. Just as cutting it off is also my choice.
For me, that may be the biggest change of all.