Hairday

On this gorgeous November day in upstate New York, I decided to spend it outside with my pup; running around, playing, and watching Shea swim. Running and playing, for me, it always includes thinking. Maybe it is because although I am in the great company of Shea, I don’t necessarily have anyone to talk to. So, instead, I think.

As I was running around, my hair was flopping all over. First flopping in my eyes, then flipping toward my mouth, just wild and crazy gorilla hair. Completely out of control. I start thinking how it’s okay to have this gorilla head of hair while I’m running around with my dog in the privacy of my parent’s backyard. But, I should look a bit more respectable when out in public, or at my job.

In fact, I remember reading an article proposing the first step towards looking good is your hair. The alien gorilla coif you see above, is not quiet cutting it! So, I decided it was absolutely pertinent that I get a haircut today. Thinking about the hair I want, and the current length of mine, I decided I wanted this Jessica Alba look. Jessica Alba is the definition of complete package.

Her hair looks great. I want that hair. Sure, her face is a little part of what makes that hair look so great. If only I that face came with the haircut. Oh well, I will have to stick with what is possible.

I left the salon happy. This doesn’t always happen. I liked my new haircut. Not exactly Jessica Alba, but looking good. I felt as though my overall appearance had improved tenfold. I looked forward to heading back to my parent’s house and getting a reaction.

My mother, of course, loved it. I could have ran into a weed whacker and she would love it. A mullet, a shaved head, blonde braided pigtails, she would have expressed how wonderful all of these looked. She is very subjective. I am her baby and all hair looks good. My father, on the other hand, wouldn’t notice if I came home with a purple mohawk. He’s that observant!

This makes me miss going home to Jeff more than anything.  You see, I am a lucky girl. My husband, secure in masculinity, has noticed every single time I get a haircut, no matter if I get five inches cut off, or a trim. Even more impressive, he notices if I get my eyebrows done. It must be because he loves to study my face. While this is as far from the truth as Elvis spottings, I like to think of it that way!

Anyways, here is my haircut. I tried to use my photobooth to take these pictures. Photobooth is another great application Apple has out there. However, it has brought me to the realization that I am the most un-photogenic person alive. Props to my wedding photographer, he had a very difficult job and somehow chose the right angles.

What do you think? Better than the alien gorilla hair at least, right? I think so. The only thing I was disappointed with was how fast the haircut was over. I love getting my haircut. It feels so good. Apparently Shea feels the same way.