"Start them at the tops of my ears!" I demanded. "Do as many as possible!" My stylist looked dubious at best, but she sure did what I'd requested. By the end I had a madly mobile SHAG with ridiculously short and plentiful layers. I thought I'd died--I was mortified at what I'd done to my head!
As it started to grow out, I was pleased to discover that (as my shag grew to normal lengths) it looked DARN good on me. It was fun, voluminous, easy to maintain...and I was pretty in love with it. If a hairstyle could echo a personality, that did it for me.
My hair grew out (like ya do), and as it did, I grew comfortable with length. I started putting it in fun little buns all over my head, with clips of astronauts and rockets. I had LONG hair for the first time, and for 12 years, every time I went to the stylist, it was always, "Just a trim, please."
"Just a trim."
"Just a trim."
"Just a trim."
"Just a trim."
You can see that I was rather attached to my long locks. But something has been pressing me to shake it up again; to get with a hairstyle that was more fun and versatile. So today, I went to my new stylist (by far the fanciest I've ever gone to), and I got it chopped the heck off. Shorter than I'd imagined, definitely--but I think it's good. :)
Some say time is cyclical. Clearly this is true--my shag is BACK, baby!
<3
Jen
