Last night Sam asked me to cut my hair. I’ve been growing out my hair, in part because of laziness and in part because it is quite a challenge to find a hairdresser experienced in shearing sheep j/k. But seriously my hair is intimidating its curly with a deep indestructible wave pattern, its prone to frizz, its prone to blobbing, its dry as a wire-haired dachshund and its prone to some serious shrinkage. The real reason though has very little to do with the above. I am simply embarrassed by my hair. I don’t know the first thing about hair and I don’t take good care of it. My scalp does not produce oil, at least not a sufficient amount which means it is very dry. Lately it has been so dry that it has been breaking off, bit by bit. The result the whole top layer has broken off. If that wasn’t bad enough, it is falling out. I am not sure if it is falling out or breaking off to be honest. Either way I perceive it as being thin even though others tell me its not. Anyhoo I am embarrassed. I am supposed to oil my hair, the hairdresser always tells me to add as much oil as I want. Other people 2 drops, me handfuls and those handfuls are expensive. So I sometimes use olive oil but mostly I don’t do it hence my being in this situation.
Sam claims my hair has been suffocating him in his sleep (it suffocates me too, not to mention we get trapped in it and end up jerking it out during the night). It wraps around things, it clogs drains (we own a professional grade drain snake), it makes tumbleweeds, it is like wearing a fur coat all day every day. When I exercise I can’t put it in a bun (too heavy), in a pony tail (it slaps my back so hard it leaves welts), wear it down because it sucks up all the oxygen in the room, so I am left with a very tight ponytail, braid combo which breaks and tears my hair further. I am scared that a bad cut will age me and that because of my age they will give me a frumpy cut. I am very vain because as bad as I think I look now, I am still convinced it could get worse!
That said I have had some nice short haircuts because once upon a time I had a hairdresser who could cut with the wave pattern in such a way as to make my hair lay down more calmly. This is back when I could dye my hair because it was short and it didn’t cost an arm and a leg (though it still took several tubs =(). I am trying to work up the courage. See how smooth the top of my head is, now it just sticks up with all these frizzy broken pieces.
usually though I just end up with a mushroom, blob thing