When I was a kid, I always had short hair – a pixie cut, to be exact.
And I hated it.
My mom always told me I could grow my hair as long as I wanted it once I was old enough to take care of it myself.
So when I hit my adolescent years, I grew my hair out – as far as it would go.
I grew it out during my 20s and I grew it out into my 30s.
My mother’s comment then was, “Don’t you think you’re a bit old for long hair?”
I finally got tired of having to use two full bottles of hair dye to get the red color I preferred; got tired of it taking all day to dry when I washed it, got tired of it being straight as a tick unless I set it overnight (even then, the curl only lasted a few hours). Tired of being able to do nothing with it except wad it up on top of my head in a messy bun.
I couldn’t put it in a ponytail – that gave me headaches. I couldn’t pull it back with a headband – that look was, indeed, a bit young for me plus it also gave me headaches.
So I finally got it chopped off and permed.
I had the hairdresser save the cut hair and I put it in a box which I mailed to my mother, with a note simply asking, “Happy now?”
I was such a bitch. (Still am, truth be told.)
When I got into my 50s, I finally went with super short hair and I LOVE it.
Nothing to do but run a comb through it and run.
It dries in a flash.
And it is what you need for hot California summers.
Now we’re in the days of Corona. It has been over 7 months since I’ve had a hair cut.
It’s summer. It’s hot.
And this mop of hair is driving me up a wall.
It’s not long enough to put into a ponytail (which would give me a headache anyhow); and I certainly cannot wad it up on top of my head.
It’s in my face. It’s on the back of my sweaty neck.
I just don’t know how I could stand it all those years during all those hot and humid Michigan summers and all those stifling Los Angeles summers.
So far, I have resisted grabbing a pair of scissors. My hairdresser gives me a cut that still looks good even when I go months without a haircut and I’d hate to ruin her perfection.
But ooooooh, the temptation.