Yep. Hair. I've never really had a great relationship with those follicles on the top of my head. There are some days I'd just like to take a Bic to it and be done.
I have gone through pretty much every color and style that there is. Trust me on this. And if you don't believe me just ask my husband. He loves long hair and when we first got married my hair was the long and I kept it long through the first part of our marriage.
Unfortunately for my husband I have never had any compunction about whacking my hair off short if the whim hits me just right.
Right now my hair is at THAT point. The point that I always get to where the siren song of my stylist scissors is calling me. (And by stylist I mean whoever is working down at our local Great Clips).
The call of the scissors began last night when someone was looking at me and I could tell they were looking at my hair. I was thinking that I was having a semi good hair day so I thought maybe they would say "Cute hair!" or something along those lines, not so. Instead came the words "You have a lot a split ends."
I probably do need a trim but I didn't think it was that bad. And because of that off hand comment I just want to chop it short and keep it short. Along with that comes the thoughts of "You are over 40 now. Is long hair the right look for you?" And actually this is one of the few times that I've actually wanted to grow my hair out.
And it seems like my hair will get to a certain length and then just stop growing. And that's where it is at this point.
I think I'll just go get a trim.