I am currently reading three different blogs which were written by precious and brave women battling various types of cancer. All of them have lost their hair via chemo. And so I feel terribly guilty even discussing hair woes. I’m writing this anyway, with the great big provision that yes, I know I’m truly blessed to have my health and my hair, and I know that I am vain and selfish.
That does not mitigate the fact that I horrified to tell you I look like a man.
In a moment of a hormonal lunacy, I told my wonderful hair dresser Sarah to CUT IT OFF, CUT IT ALL OFF! a couple of weeks ago.
(Yes, a couple of weeks. The trauma has been too acute to discuss before now.)
(And also, I think there’s just a wee bit of a chance Sarah is reading my blog, because I just told her about it recently, and I don’t want to offend the person who holds my hair’s future in her hands. The truth is, my dear Sarah, the haircut itself is good and you did just just exactly what I told you to do. I JUST TOLD YOU WRONG.)
Anyhoo, the hair is very, very, VERY short, and no, I will not include a picture because I am still a bit raw. To give you a general idea, my kids are telling me I look just like Zach and Cody’s mom. Some people are so very able to pull off Man Hair and still be feminine and cute. Sadly, I am not one of those people.
Worst of all, in one short month I am going to a fabulous weekend with two of my very favorite blogging friends ever, neither of whom I have ever met, and I just know that I will step off the plane and they will say, "Oh my word, Rocks In My Dryer is actually a man."
So I’m sighing a few sighs when I walk past mirrors these days, having learned my lesson about hormonal haircuts and thankful for a dear Hubs who loves me, Man Hair and all.
And I was also going to say that I am thankful for my children, except that One Of Them Who Shall Remain Unnamed leaned over to me during church this weekend and whispered ever-so-sweetly, "Mom, the color of your hair kind of reminds me of dying grass." So at the moment, I am thankful for only three of my children.
The hair trauma abounds.