I broke this morning.
I’ve hung in there for months. I’ve accepted the fact that there’s no way to work out in air conditioning right now. (Yes, I know, I could load up a YouTube video but I suck at home workouts. Sue me.) I cook 99.999% of the time and try to write every day and laugh hysterically when someone asks if I’ve got plans for the weekend. I’ve even embraced the #silversisters movement.
That’s right. After twenty-odd years of covering up my grays I’m letting the silver grow in. Sure, I wish I’d been bold enough in my twenties to say yep, that’s a gray streak, that’s who I am. Better late than never, right? Right. But apparently four months from my last hair appointment was my breaking point.
It’s amazing what you can find with a simple Google search. How to change a tire. How to make a soufflé. How to crochet a pot holder. And a good ten+ pages on How to cut curly hair [unspoken caveat: without butchering it].
Apparently there’s something called a “dusting” which is even less than a trim, just enough to get the dead ends off, and since I’ve been feeling scraggly that seemed like my best option. So out came the scissors, out came the hand mirror, and then I gave it my best shot. I feel ten pounds lighter (no, not really, because again I MISS MY GYM A/C). Fingers crossed there isn’t some giant chunk missing in the back of my head.
I’m letting Lulu trim mine. We’ve penciled in Sunday. Unless I chicken out.
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I mentioned it in passing to the girl and she looked stricken – STRICKEN – at the idea of being responsible for trimming my hair. 😆
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Lol. Lulu said she was up for anything thanks to Covid boredom but she was very clear that I can’t be upset if things go south. 😂
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I bet you rock your dusting better than I do. 😀
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Every little bit helps! 😆😆
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You are brave. I used to cut my kids hair when they were kids. I can honestly say, I never did a good job. I fear I would be a frightening object of ridicule if I attempted it. So, I shall just maintain the scruffy look for now.
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I used to trim my daughter’s hair — doubt she’d let me near it now, though, even though those ends need serious help. Embracing the scruffy look is a solid plan these days.
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I am pretty much the only one looking at me anyway, soooooooo.
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😆
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One small step by a woman. One giant deficit for the salon. Way to go.
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Yep. I’m enjoying that feeling.
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That was a bold step. I have done it so many times but not lately.
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Yeah, I had to take a deep breath before the first snip but I’m glad I did. 🙂
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Cool! 👍
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I also haven’t been to the hairdresser, Laura. I don’t have any grey but I am starting to look like Cousin Itt from the Addams Family.
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You are in good company. 😉
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I’m planning to do the same!
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You won’t regret it. I wouldn’t do some drastic chop or anything but the trim really did make me feel better.
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Good for you, all around good. Treat yourself to something later.
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Sometimes you just gotta dive in and do it. 🙂
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