I got a wild hair this weekend—haha, see what I did there?—and chopped nine inches of tangles into a chin-length bob, which was sort of a ballsy move for me, considering I'd been growing my hair for the last two and a half years, but I got the idea into my head and I couldn't get it out, and so that's how it went.
Also I tinted my cardigan green and got my lazy eye fixed. Busy morning!
Not to say it wasn't a little traumatic, of course. First of all, the new salon I went to was way too cool for me, and I immediately felt like a mathlete among a swarm of cheerleaders when I walked in there in my Old Navy cardigan and my Valerie Bertinelli dress—don't ask me why I have a Valerie Bertinellli dress; don't ask me why Valerie Bertinelli is even making dresses—but my intimidatingly hip stylist turned out to be lovely, and seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and didn't even think it was weird when I asked if I could take a picture of the hunk of hair she'd just cut off the back of my head.
Wait, hold it for just a second, I need a picture of this in case I ever kidnap someone and have to send a message to their family that I mean business.
It's totally like you see in the movies, by the way, when you get that much hair cut off at once; the first thing they do is just gather your hair into a ponytail and then—snip!—chop it off in one fell swoop at the nape of your neck. I wasn't expecting it, honestly—I rather thought she might ease me into it gently, give me a little time to get used to the idea that I was about to undo two and a half year's work in the swish of a scissor blade—but she said "no use washing hair we're going to cut off anyway," and I thought "eh, you have to respect that sort of practicality," and so I shrugged and said sure and then that was that.
Of course, I had the requisite Hair Meltdown this afternoon—well, it was tacked onto some other, separate meltdown I was having and mainly just consisted of wailing, at the teary denoument, "ANNNDDDD I cut off all my HAAAIRRR!"—but show me a person who hasn't had some sort of brief Hair Meltdown after a dramatic haircut and I'll show you a....eh, well, a person much better equipped for dealing with change, I guess, and that's cool, but me, I need to have a few crushing moments of deep regret before I can shrug, move on, and remind myself that this is what I really wanted in the first place.
So I guess I do still feel a bit nostalgic for my old long hair—though more because it was so hard-won than anything else, and besides, I could get nostalgic about a traffic report I heard on the radio five minutes ago—but I'm also kind of excited to see how I like this new cut, which is not so much a new cut as a complete full-circling back to the cut I had a few years ago, and which felt the most me. Besides, vive la change and all that, right? You have to mix things up somehow.