I couldn't do it. I couldn't even decide.
I am usually the first to sit in the chair on hair day. Mostly because my appointment is at 9 am and Nic isn't there. On this day, my beautiful seester picked me up so that I wouldn't have to be alone if the shave was on. Thanks for that Nic.
As per usual, Monika asked me what we were doing. Normally, I just tell her that she's the professional and I trust her completely to just create. She was prepared with a bunch of tubes of pink hair colour on her tray. I thought I had made the decision the night before as I finished my blog. Again, it's way different thinking that doing. I hummed and hawed. I really didn't know. So, Nic and I switched places cause she always knows what she wants and then I could hum and haw from the sidelines so that Monika could stay on schedule. It was suggested that I look at some pictures of shorter hair cuts in case that would help.
When it was my turn, I was still in hum and haw mode so Monika had to decide for me. Thanks for that by the way. She just started cutting. As always, she created a masterpiece. Is it different than what I'm used to? Yup. Will I get used to it? I already have. Will I continue to lose my hair? Sure. Will I lose all my hair before my next appointment? More than likely if the rate of shedding continues. Will I be ready then? Not likely.
You see, words something like "My identity doesn't lie in my hair so having to lose it and be bald won't be a problem." crossed my lips not too long ago. What a load of hooey!! That was Skippy talking again and really, what does he know? I've had different hair colours, lengths and styles over the years.
Short has not been one of them for a long time. Not sure why. Maybe it's because as a child, not sure how old, maybe 8ish, I had short hair and was always teased by one man in particular. I don't even remember his name and maybe he only said it the one time. It doesn't matter. He asked if I was a boy or a girl. I was so upset. I told my parents that I would carry a sign that said that I was a girl. Funny the things you remember when sometimes you can't even remember what you had for lunch. I must have become a tomboy after that because you wouldn't catch me dead in a pair of figure skates, girl's rubber boots, wearing pink or carrying a purse - still don't.
Was I being cowardly? A chicken poop? Indecisive? I don't think so. I think I was just being human. Let's face it. My hair is part of my identity and losing it is not an easy thing. However, thanks to Monika and my seester, the transition will definitely help. Plus, I was able to try out a new hairdo.
Oh ya. Check out what my sister Nic, my niece Julie, my friend Wendy and my Matante Lorraine did in my honour. This girl is feeling the love.
And then there's my Hun Bun, who said he'd dye his hair pink in support and who sent me this while I was at the salon.
Maybe next time...