I have a funny relationship with my hair. It's one of the few vanities on which I'm really willing to spend some money (Okay, and the twice or thrice per year pedicure, but my toes are seen all the time in my line of work... need to have pretty feet). I have been cutting my hair short since the end of high school...
The very first time I cut my hair, I was probably 9. I had the occasional trim, but my hair was always down to my hips until I got the idea in my head to ask the neighbor lady next door to cut my hair shoulder-length. I took one picture that day after the haircut... I'm sure Mom has it. I see a brave face, but I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn't cut it again until after high school...
...and I've been hacking it to pieces ever since. I had a boyfriend or two who really liked long hair... so a natural reaction to those break-ups was to cut my hair off. You know. Like in Sliding Doors when Gweneth Paltrow goes from long stringy blond to very short, pixie styled hair. You need a change... to look in the mirror and not see the person who would stand beside that guy she dated for years... but, instead, to see a new girl ready for a new adventure.
It just became habit after that. One of the most glorious sounds to me is hearing shears sing and hairs tap my cape or the floor. I got so used to liking the short look that I try new short cuts every chance I get. I've had asymmetrical cuts, pixie cuts, bobs, etc. It just matches my personality to keep changing it... to not look like everyone else. Once I disassociated cutting my hair with break-ups, I saw it as time to be myself.
The place Anya and I went to yesterday was one of those nice Aveda salons where the receptionist offers you tea or coffee when you walk in. My hairdresser massaged my scalp with some sort of... well, she called it "beautifying oil" or something. Smelled pretty anyway. They have this great smelling shampoo... in fact, all their products have this lovely, natural, wild flower sort of scent. I'm not a product sort of girl... I was trained by my French friend to be a wash-and-go gal. She says it's more natural.
In my experience, she's generally right. I know there have been improvements in the last few years, but I still remember the hairspray of the 80s and 90s that turned your hair into a paper maché project that bounced back even if it was hit by a volley ball. Even those hair pastes of the early 2000s were a little stiff. I'm not converted yet, but the Aveda products are tempting. When she was done with my hair, it felt like my hair, but it was fuller than it ever is on its own. We'll see.
The cut I got yesterday basically looks like this:
Now, her hair is thicker and heavier than mine, but the general style is what I have. I'm still getting used to it... and the beauty of it is, I know it grows out, so I won't have to go back to the age of 9 and cry my eyes out whenever I get a cut I can't get used to. Also, if I really hate it, I just go get a pixie cut and wait. So far, I think this cut is going to be fun... even when I let it air dry, it pretty much looks styled. Since I wash and go all the time from the studio, I need my hair to be able to look presentable whether or not I blow dry it.
I've worked since yesterday and have washed my hair twice between then and now... and I can still smell the flowery and spicy scents of the Aveda products.
I think I'm going to like it here.
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