Is it just me, or do I spend an inordinate amount of time blogging about my hair?
Don't answer that.
It's just that my hair can set my mood for the day. For the next month really. For a couple years, I had what I thought was a cute little boy-cut. SOOOO easy to care for, what a charm. I looked in the mirror and thought, "Okay. Cute. Short is appropriate for a woman my age."
Then I saw a picture of myself. It was from BlogHer 2009, at this awesome Italian restaurant in Chicago, with an incredible group of amazing people: Vodka Mom, Stiletto Mom, Sprite's Keeper, Literal Dan, Jennieology, and more! Of course we had a great time, the food was delicious, the dessert was to-die-for, and the waiter took pictures for us. I think it's on Facebook somewhere. I don't want to see it again.
Because my first thought was, who's the cross-dresser, and he could sure use some hair and make-up tips!
Oh. My. God. That's. ME.
So, I've been growing my hair out for a while now. And I got over the whole silly "woman my age" thing. Yesterday, I met some friends for lunch in the same suburb where John Paul (stylist) and his wife Pam (colorist) work their genius. I needed to schedule appointments with both, so I stopped in. The receptionist said the magic words, "Are you available this afternoon?"
Seriously, my heart leapt. Yes! I am available. I love haircut and/or color days because I feel so pretty when I leave there. And both John and Pam are fun to be with. Funny and sweet and sarcastic and witty. I'm drooling here. It's embarrassing.
As I was getting ready to leave with my new cut yesterday, John asked about my daughter's wedding, "Are you going to wear your hair up?"
I wanted to cry. People, I am nearing 50, and have never once worn an up-do. Never. So the answer is a resounding, "Yes, I will be wearing an up-do, and we'll need a trial! We get to do it twice! to see how it goes! and he'll make recommendations! because he's the best there is at what he does! (really. He has two Tiffany Awards, that's like the Oscars for hair stylists)!"
Anybody want to bet on how many times you hear about this before the wedding in November?