new obsession

in two weeks it will be exactly two years ago that my dear friend barrie took me from shoulder length hair to total pixie cut. and in june it will be two years that it was shaved.

looking back i don't regret a single thing about cutting off all my hair. it was great. i couldn't hide behind it or obsess about it. there was no need to do anything but kind of shampoo it. i knew that it was daring and certainly wasn't something many women do or consider doing. but i loved it.

now, i have hair. and everyday i feel differently about it. sometimes i am so close to taking scissors to it i start thinking about outfits i have that would fit that hairstyle again. then there are moments when it just feels right trying to grow it all out. (i know right. totally first world problems.)

luckily, in the phases of growing out your hair, i've reached shoulder length, that somewhat obnoxious length of it flipping out at the ends making me look like a fifties housewife. on the plus side, with the layers getting longer, and me somehow finding the willpower to not chop bangs (something i do regularly), i have a real life-not-just-a-nub ponytail that has recently evolved in a middle school-esque bun on top of my head. it's part Bambam, part (i hope) kind of cool. nonetheless, it keeps the hair tamed when i piled on scarves and turtlenecks in the still vengeful northern michigan winter.

as spring threatens and summer looms, i'm trying to remain patient with my hair. hopeful for it to grow--i haven't had long hair in ten years--and wonderlust at what the future looks like, in all sorts of ways.

ps--nothing will make you less attached to your hair then chopping it off. now i have no idea what my friends mean when they talk about not wanting to take risks with their hair. it's hair people. it will grow back. just like how your friends will still be friends with you whether or not you lose those extra 10 pounds, no one will stop talking to you if your hair ends up five inches shorter than you expected.