Thursday, June 23, 2011
And the sign says "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
Dave has an event at his office after work. I wanted something I could go from work to his office in. I didn't end up going to the other event on Tuesday I wasn't feeling well. I brought red lipstick to put on before I get there. I just felt a big too costume at work with it today. There is a lot of walking involved so I couldn't wear the shoes I would of wanted. But they were packed too so it didn't really matter.
What I am doing with my hair is a near constant battle. (I know repeat repeat) Today was one of those days. The "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH IT" days. I have never had long hair like this before. I always had a bob. I said for years "I want to grow it out" In 2007 after a traumatic haircut. (well it felt traumatic at the time)
(yes it looks nice here straight from the salon. It never ever laid like that again. It made my face look large from the front, it was poofy and didn't lay nicely. I enjoy a bob on me just not THAT ONE. Also it was shaved in the back. A good 5 inches shorter in the back than we agreed upon. Seriously. She turned me around so I didn't see her do it)
This one I liked. But then the guy who did it disappeared!
Four very long years later and it is the longest it has ever been.
I liked this one too. Maybe I should take this to salon if I decide to cut it again. It is really perfect in my mind. Soft layers, heavy bangs.
There is a fine line between long and nice and long and reh. You know scraggly, horsey. I had it trimmed recently because it was heading into horsey territory. I always thought long hair was so covetable. In our house we had lots of Alphonse Mucha framed prints and in them the ladies always had long beautiful red hair.
Savonnerie de Bagnolet 1897 (my personal favorite print)
We had all the season prints and a few others scattered about the house. That to me was what I wanted to be.
John William Waterhouse was another favorite for his despiction of long haired lovely ladies. I had this one in my room.
Lady of Shalott 1888
I also LOVE the Mermaid 1901
Miranda from 1916
People in my life have lots of opinions on my hair. (opinions are like kittens always giving them away?) But the day before Pop died unexpectedly, gram was picking on my hair saying how it used to be so much nicer and her favorite is when it was all cut off. Pop said kinda uncharacteristically "You know what my favorite is? Your hair right now" Is it an emotional attachment for me at this point? Probably. It is on my head though so ultimately my opinion is the only one that matters. I just can't decide what that opinion is!
Major downside to the length. Coloring it is impossible. Ungodly expensive to have done, hard as hell to do myself even with help. That is why it is a 3 month old dye job at this point. I am not sure what to do. Thinking of hanging out outside a salon and making friends with a colorist who wants to practice.
All art images are from Wikipedia