A Hair(y) Decision
Ok, I’m going to pause for a moment to be a bit vain. I don’t usually succumb to girly habits, but occasionally I obsess about something somewhat silly like a dress or shoes or jewelry. Today, it’s my hair.
I’m scheduled for my thrice-annual haircut tomorrow morning, and can’t decide if I should keep it long or chop it off. Part of me is itching to go short, sassy, sea-worthy. The other part of me knows that short and sassy will be a pain in the ass when I want to keep my hair braided or in a bun for days on end.
My dad and my husband both told me to just leave it long and wait to see how I feel when we get to Panama. But they’re boys, and can’t be trusted with
girly hair decisions … especially when the decision may result in me (or, yikes, Rob) hacking at my hair in the middle of the Pacific with some less-than-sharp scissors and no mirror.
I’ve had long hair most of my life. In fact, going through old pictures while packing last weekend made me realize I had WAY too much hair for many years. It’s never been shorter than shoulder-length.
Please help. I’d welcome some recommendations on what haircut makes the most sense for our upcoming sailing adventures (and is still girly enough to satisfy my fleeting vanity).
P.S. Thanks to SavageMama for this great post on dealing with her hair, which inspired me to share my own minor freakout.
