The Long and Short of It

I'm not sure what my drive is with extremely long marathon posts, but here is another one.

In 2007 I was in a rut. I needed a change. With a desire to move forward and grow and change I decided to chop my hair off (and you all know much much I like haircuts) as an act of my new found direction in life.

 I booked an appointment and basically told my stylist to "go for it" and it was a done deal. New me.

I established a rule for myself with that experience. If my hair was so long that I would rather wear it in a ponytail than take the time to do it, then it was too long. Short hair forced me to style it everyday, basically, a no-pony-tail zone. I kept my hair short, and even survived a nightmare hair cutting experience, but by the time I was pregnant with Grace, 2 years later, I started to grow it out.

Three years of growing it out and my hair was long, very very long. I had almost achieved Mermaid Status with it. I had many a trim to cut off dead ends and to thin the bejeezies of out it, but I had done it. I even survived the heat wave with my hair. I was proud. But proud moments often falter when it takes 45 minutes to style that hair. Combined with a shower, make-up, and corralling a toddler I swore it took me 3 1/2 years from start to finish. I was batting at once a week, usually Sunday, where I would go through the effort of styling it. Jillian actually styled my hair when she visited, bless her soul.

But, enough was enough. I had reached my limit and drifted into the land of ponytails and no blow dryers. I took the plunge this afternoon and bid adieu to Mermaid Status.