I cut my hair, from long to almost shoulder length. I feel I belong in the 50’s. The really scary thing is that I look like my mother who got a C- when it came to hair styles. The other scary thing is that it always looks best when the stylist does it.  When I was shopping today I  looked like an egotist because I kept running to every mirror I saw to see what I looked like.  I don’t know why I had to keep checking. I was hoping I would begin to like it during the brief  span between mirrors. I kept glancing at other woman’s hair and felt a grudge towards those who had long stylish hair and liked it when I saw long frizzy hair.

My hair is naturally curly, very curly and there is A LOT of it.   I knew just how to work it when it was long to make it look pretty good in 30 seconds.  Product. Scrunch. Scrunch. Scrunch. I’m set. Today it was styled in a sort of straight flippy do – think the 50’s. Now I’m concerned about tomorrow when I go it alone.  I can try to do what the stylist taught me which never works, I can try product, scrunch, scrunch, scrunch, pray. I can wear a sun hat, I do live in Florida.

I think I’ll read my last blog to remind myself nobody cares.