I know you’ve been desperate for me to share news about my hair.
Well, for those of you who don’t follow the disasters of my life via my glorious (and mercilessly honest) Letter, just know that about a year ago, in an act of pure self-sabotage, I not only cut my hair short but also ruined it by dying it wrong, then bleaching it, then dying over it again. Each move of that saga added insult to injury, but that’s the principle of self-sabotage, so...
This is the reason behind my forever pulled back hair, a season of my life that I officially declare to be over*!!! Pop the champagne!
I’ve finally reached a decent length, and, thanks to my sister who did a sort of organic** keratin treatment on me, it’s now soft and lovely. I mean, it's still entirely ruined, but I can wear it down without looking like I'm carrying a dead ferret on my head.
One thing I realised last year when I cut it was that it was the last time I was ever going to go short. This woman was not me anymore. She is gone, and I have to accept it. And I do, now. I do :)
So for now this is where my hair is:
Growing with no limit in sight.
Not letting the grey in. Yet***.
Softened so it’s not too frizzy.
Oh, and this part in the middle that keeps wanting to be here. I know some of it is just that it’s trendy, and that another reason is just wanting to emulate Nana Mouskouri, a beautiful, enduring icon of flawless style, edging on messianic purity.
Do you think I'm reading too much into my hair?
*Of course you’ll still see me with my hair pulled back. Never forget the first tenant of my beauty life: I am LAZY.
**Not sure how actually organic any of these things are, you know.
***I also wrote about the big grey hair question in The Letter. Remember, The Note is superficial, but The Letter is deeeeeeeeeeep ahah!