Today is my last day with my hair. Tomorrow, most of it is getting cut off. I’ve been having anxiety dreams about my hair for the last couple of weeks. There is a strong possibility for disaster. It’s freaking me out.
On the other hand, I’ve been saying I wanted to get my hair cut like Michelle Williams ever since I saw photos of her at Heath Ledger’s funeral in People magazine. I was backstage at Singin’ in the Rain. It wasn’t my magazine.
I had chin length hair then, so it wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch for me to hack it at that point, but for one reason or another, I didn’t. Then I proceeded to spend the last four years growing it out. This is the longest it’s been since I graduated from college. I’m nervous.
Also, my daughter has threatened to kill me if I cut my hair. I hope I’m right and she’s wrong. She’ll just have to get over it either way because it’s happening tomorrow at 4:30 whether she likes it or not.
I’m also going to color it myself, which every stylist I know says is a horrible thing to do, but that’s what poor people do. They color their own hair.
Awesome on 20 is doing abysmally. I’m trying not to think about it.