So I was all gung-ho for my 10:00AM hair cut appointment yesterday. I got Riley out the door, made a plan for Seth, jaunted off to my appointment excited and nervous. I checked in at the salon. Sat down, flipped open a magazine and my cell rang. It was the school and they needed me to come get Riley ASAP.
Buh-bye hair appointment.
I went to get her, not knowing what the problem was. Turns out she was sick. We think it had to do with the bus (van) ride in the morning. A ten minute trip to school is turned into fifty minutes, and she has to get up super early to get on the van at ever earlier times (it’s moved gradually from 7:20 to 6:55AM) and well, it’s just too much. Not a good day for her.
But my hair.
All the wind got knocked out of my sails. I wasn’t sure I was even going to go through with it. I couldn’t fathom driving across town again to get back to the salon. I was in a slump. Then I remembered another stylist very close by, who gave Riley a great hair cut once a couple of years ago. I called. She had a one o’clock.
I still have a few hair cuts to go before all of the artificial color is gone. You can see the gray right at the roots. My initial response? It isn’t as gray as I imagined it’d be. We’ll see in time. I’m not sure how I feel about the cut for me, but I think it’s okay. I’m not devastated. It’s nice not to have a ponytail headache. It’s fun to try something bold and new.
Note to spouses who might be reading: If your significant other comes home on her 44th birthday with a super short hair cut, and you say, “You look like Courtney Cox in the Dancing in the Dark video,” it is very, very good move. It doesn’t even need to be true. It’s a smart thing to say. File that under Hot Toddy, and you’re welcome for the tip.