it looks great. on her. on me, not so much.
i promised twitterville that i was going to give myself a day (yesterday) to wallow in my misery, but that i reserved the right to whine here, too. because it's awful. AWFUL. i hate my hair so fucking much right now, i want to scream.
i can't feel any hair swinging around anymore when i turn my head. i feel fucking bald. i run my fingers through it and there's damn near nothing there. yesterday morning, i totally cried in the shower. i wish i could turn the clock back to saturday and cancel my appointment and keep my "boring, SO two years ago" 'do. i want my hair back. note: i don't fault my trusty hairstylist. she gave me what i asked for, and she truly thought it looked good. i...don't.
before you ask, there will be no pictures. none. i will not willingly pose in front of a camera until this shit grows out and i feel better about myself. "it's only hair," you say. "it'll grow back." yes, true. but anyone who knows me realizes how picky i am about my hair. remember the story about a really bad perm back in the 8th grade, driving me to wear a hat every day until it grew out? yeah, i'm tempted to do that again.
but i'm trying really hard to look on the bright side. here's what i've come up with:
- it's different, for sure.
- i'll save a ton of cash on shampoo and stuff. because it takes about half of a dime-sized dollop to cleanse my nugget now.
- it takes mere minutes to blowdry it now.
- i don't even have to use a brush anymore, i can style it with my fingers.
- now i know for sure that a pixie cut is most definitely out of the question for me.
- i can wear fun dangly earrings and they'll actually be visible now.
okay, that's all i've got. i'm trying, i really am.
to end the post on a happier note, the wan home is finally ready for christmas. observe:
from that in-n-out extravaganza a couple of weeks ago:
aw, our tree. it's not quite charlie brown-style, but it does seem a little sad and bare without our "real" decorations - buried somewhere in storage. i'm a little bummed not to pull out the ornaments we've bought over the years, and ones that the teen made when she was in elementary school. it doesn't seem like christmas without them.
with a major lack of space, i took a tip from a post on the nest's message boards: i wrapped some red velvet ribbon around our front door and used it to display the holiday cards that have finally started rolling in.
i've been wanting one of those things for ages. ages! and i love that little thing. it's so easy to use and it lets me take and upload videos really easily. like last night, when the bean got a just-before-bedtime spurt of crazy energy and proceeded to dance around in her pajamas:
so awesome. thank you, secret santa! i love you!