I've been seized by a desire to grow my hair long again.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
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I AM growing my hair long again! It's now just a bit longer than shoulder length. I think it looks a right mess, but the DH is of the opinion that it's bee-yoo-tiful, so I am sticking with it for a while.
My hair is the longest it's been since I was 12, and I have no idea what to do with it. I am hair-styling challenged. I'm not good at holding my arms above my head; I can get almost any brush hopelessly tangled in my hair; I have thick hair that takes forever to dry; and I think fooling with my hair is boring.
Ah-ha! Thank you for the links, Hec!
My hair is longer than it has been in years. A few inches past shoulder length. I've had it long most of my life so it feels comfortable. It lasts down until about noon then it is twisted up for the rest of the day. Time for some more red though.
The last time my hair was long, my mother braided it every day.
I have an above-chin length bob these days. It's very wash and wear, which is what I look for in a hair cut.
My hair is so fine that even when very long it is wash and wear. Never even use a dryer. Untangle and walk out the door. It is dry by the time I get to where I am going. Not so fancy chick.
Bluch. I just saw one of my ex-co-workers walking into the building, probably for an architectural planning meeting. I partly really, really wanted to stop him and say, "HI! Hey! Guess what? I got a raise and a return to normal human work hours and everyone thinks I'm brilliant and loves my independent problem-solving skills! Just out of idle curiosity, how many of my replacements have your bosses ground through by now?"
I didn't, though, partly out of cowardice and partly because he's already indicated that he Does Not Know Me, Sir (Matilda and I were having brunch with javachik a few weeks ago, and he was sitting a couple of tables away, so I clearly saw him see me and then decide not to see me).
Now I just feel queasy. Not hairpat queasy, more "this quease would fade if I could just punch someone in the face right now" queasy.
I know that feeling well, JZ. Maybe think all that stuff at him real hard and then smile as he walks by.