I've been a long haired beauty (ha!) for most of my life, if you don't count the few mishaps in between. But those debacles are always spur of the moment and I regret them almost instantaneously. Luckily for me, my hair grows at super speeds, spurting out at least an inch every 3 weeks. You'd think with this super high power growth, that I'd have hair like Rapunzel by now. Well, I would except....
When I was about 7 years old, I begged my mom to cut off my lovely locks which fell well past my shoulders. I have no idea what my little mind was thinking at the time but the second it was cut off, I immediately regretted it. I looked like a boy. A boy that wore dresses. So I set out on a quest to get it to grow back as soon as possible. Anytime I was alone in the bathroom or near a mirror, I pulled and pulled on the ugly short strands, trying to coax them to become longer. With time, I was me a again, with long hair and life was good.
Although I was a young child of the 70's, the 80's did not spare me and thus began the decade of not just bad music, but bad hair-do's. In fact, most of those years my hair was feathered, curled, sprayed, permed and spiked at one time or another and most always cut above my shoulders.
I don't like to think much about those so let's just fast forward to the 90's where I became a blonde but at least my hair was long again. But not for long. As life would have it, I got a job at a hair salon where I fell victim to the stylists wanting to try all the new do's on me and am ashamed to say that during my tenure there, I went from permed to straightened, long to layered, from light to dark, and ultimately, got the 'Rachael' do. Yes, I did. And don't you dare laugh because you know you wanted one too. But all of those do's were time consuming as I spent mornings washing, conditioning, putting in endless arrays of products, blow drying and curling. I felt like a big vat of hairspray and god forbid if I had to go camping or got caught in a rain storm. It just wasn't me. So I began to grow my long hair out once again. I chopped off the Rachel 'do' and wore my hair back in a short bun until it all grew back in long.
Things have been a bit better since we entered the new millenium. I've learned my lesson - keep the hair long. But that hasn't stopped me from messing with what's already perfect. Again, I've gone blonde for a few years, and then hopped on the dark brown bandwagon and kept it that way for the most part. Sometimes though after watching back to back episode re-runs of ANTM, I will get inspired and chop off some locks to make some cool 'bangs' or some model-esque long layers. Of course, I hate it instantly and have to wear a head band for months to hide the bangs until they grow back out. Just this month I decided to go blonde again over a few glasses of wine with my sister. We put in some bleach blond highlights which turned blonde at the roots and red farther down. Of course I went back to dark brown soon after - closest to my natural color and easiest to cover the gray, yes gray strands, that insist on appearing out of nowhere.
Can't you just see it - 'Rapunzel, let down your hair'. 'Why I can't Prince, I was bored and I've just cut it.' Why do I do this? Have there not been 100's of hair lessons lived and learned by now? Just the other day I was going through old photos (remember those days? the ones where we actually had to get film developed!). Almost every other roll of film showed a differed hair color or a funky do. I can't say I've found a happy medium - just yet - as of now I am working on growing out these long layers that I cut on a whim last winter. Only one rule I have now - keep the long hair. That's the me I've always felt best as. Learning to curb the urge to cut and then regret is a cycle that I must not repeat!