The Hairloom

If you read my last post, then you realize I have struggled in the past with hair fails. Before the ever-so-masculine short bowl cut, was the shullet. You know, the female mullet. Anyhow, with a measly couple of inches to grow before my big chop for charity, I need to decide just how I am going to cut this naturally curly mane. To avoid this...

Yep, that is tortilla-making hair...

I just re-purchased those same boat shoes but that hair... oh my.

Yes, I am well aware I look like Garth from Wayne's World.

Sugar cookies, curly hair, a weird raccoon/beaver shirt and my chonies. Nice.

Nothing completes the Miami Vice look like popped collars and mullets.

Yes, I know. We ALL had horrible haircuts. But, it was as if I couldn't catch a break. KP's mom, who did the exact same thing to my SIL, said, "It was the style." Noted. No trendy hair cuts for my kid.

Brace yourself. We are back down memory lane. Let's jump to year 2001. Just as I begged for family photos from my Dad and LuCinda, I was doing the same with my mom and Mark. Mom gave in much more quickly and by the time I was in Houston next, we were taking family portraits. These would be the last family pics we had before Momma passed away I have 2006.  I look back and giggle; not only did we have a blast but I looked like a tool shed.

Samantha, Mom and Bullethead.
When I had showed up at the airport, Mom ever-so-gently said, "You got your hair cut. It's cute." Big hugs and kisses and we were headed to her house for a week. I knew my mom would have loved me if I were bald, but I knew right then - she was just being a mom.

It was no big secret - my hair looked stupid.

This is what I had done. I had gone against the "rule."

{Rule} With a round face, watch the length at which you cut your hair.

Fail 1: I watched it alright, I watched it fall right to the ground as the stylist cut it to my chin.

Fail 2: I would blow dry it straight with a large round brush. This inevitably made me look as if I was wearing a full football helmet because the hair would wrap under my chin. Humm...I can't put my finger on it, it was either a helmet or the hair of Prince Valiant. Neither which are great looks for me.

Danger: Bad hair can make you dance with trees.

None the less, I have learned a few lessons along the way.

{Lesson 1 - Learned from my mom} It's only hair. It will grow back, and if it doesn't - oh well, it was only hair.

{Lesson 2} Real friends don't ditch you when your hair looks like a bowl.

{Lesson 3} If you can't laugh at yourself, you are going to find it extremely hard to take when others do.

Needless to say, I am ready to shed this Kardashian hair for a good cause. It is now the same length it was in High School and my child thinks it is hilarious to pull. I am open to cut and style suggestions. Just be forewarned: the bob may reappear. At which point, I will laugh, you can laugh and someone needing some hair will laugh in excitement!

Tentative chop date: June 1

Stay tuned.

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