I got my hair chopped yesterday. Totally short. Some people referred to it as "sassy." It's short. I hated the bulk of it, of having to pull it up into a rubberband at night so I wouldn't get a mouthful of hair when I slept. I hated putting it up in a stupid hairband to keep it out of my face. It just bugged me. And it wasn't long by any means, just long for me. I think I've always had medium-length hair, except when I met Hubby. It was this short then. I hated that it took me like 15 minutes to dry it and use a roller brush, not that 15 minutes is a long time, but I'm all about the quickness. Now I'm guessing it'll take me like four minutes to dry and style it. I love that. My cutter girl, stylist, whatever you call the girl who cuts hair, always laughs at me because usually I get my hair done on a weeknight and I tell her, "You don't need to put a bunch of stuff in it or style it too fancy. I'm just going home and going to bed after this." She laughs, but I think it secretly bums her out that she only gets to do half the stuff of a hair-do. And not the fun stuff. Not the spray-a-bunch-of-'product'-into-hair-and-fluff-it-up fun things.
Yesterday, I told her, "Go crazy with the 'product!' Style it up! I am going out tonight so it has to look good!" So she did, and it looked nice, and when I got home, Hubby liked it and said, "Oh, it's going to be like being with a whole new woman!"
So, sassy new Manic with a new hair-do. Easy. That's what I'm about. The simple things. One time I told Hubby that I wanted something more out of life, that my goal was to "Simplify and Enrich." I think I've started with the hair.
So, this a.m., I'm sitting at the computer, and Ajers comes in to greet me good morning, and he plants the sweetest kiss on my cheek. I can smell his stinky didn't-brush-my-teeth-yet breath, and am thinking, Oh, what a sweet kid I have. What a nice way to start my morning. Oh, how much I love him!
Then, he says, "I don't like your hair like that." And walks away.