I know more than one person who outright refuses to grow their hair long anymore because their mother made them keep it long until they were old enough to decide otherwise. The aversion to long hair rooted in them by their being forced to keep it long makes them cut it constantly. It gets past shoulder length and here come the scissors. Maybe they'd even like long hair, on a subconscious level, but that memory of their mother raking a brush through waist length hair and refusing to allow them to cut it resounds in their minds. So short it stays. I have the opposite problem, I think. More than once I've gone to the salon with longer hair, intending to make a dramatic change. And more than once I've come away with a short, cropped style I wish was longer within a week of getting it cut. Maybe this is why I have a fear of cutting it... I loathe coming away from a haircut with locks too short to keep in an updo. I crave a change but that old fear keeps coming to mind.
If I could get a longer version of this, I think I could be happy with it. I love her layers, just a little shorter than I'm comfortable with. Again, the old fears!
This one is a winner for me. If I got it cut and it came out like this, I'd definitely be happy!
The dreaded appointment is fast approaching. To be continued!


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