It is highly disconcerting when you get a haircut, a significant one, and then right after it you chat with at least ten people you see on a regular basis and not a single one says boo about it, not even a generic, "Hey, you got a haircut!"
If I were paranoid, this would indicate to me they do not like it. If I were delusional, I would think they didn't notice the difference. Call me paranoid.
This morning I walked into work and my boss said, in a springy voice, "It's short!" and walked away.
WTF? *Snarl*
Eventually, someone who is a lover of short hair will come across my path and say something nice to me. I had an older guy do that to me in an elevator in Vegas once when I had this same haircut. He walked into the full elevator, looked around, saw me and said "Great hair!" almost as if it surprised him to be speaking out loud. And no, he was not gay. In fact, he said it right there in front of his significant other. So there.
The thing is, I like my hair like this. No, I love it. When I woke up and wandered groggy eyed into the bathroom this morning, the first thing I did NOT do was growl at my reflection, which my growing out hair had caused me to do for a while now. No, instead, I smiled at being reminded that I cut it. Yeah! I thought. And really, that's what it's all about - me liking myself when I look in the mirror.
I'll try not to think about all the people on What Not to Wear or spotted for Glamour Don'ts who similarly look at themselves in the mirror and think, "yup, I look smashing." At least none of my undergarments are showing.
But enough about me. How're you doing with the one pound weight loss this week? I think I've lost it (the pound, not my marbles, although those are on their way out the door too) but I haven't been near my scale at the right time to check it. I'll just keep plugging away and maybe I'll get an extra (good) surprise when I do weigh myself Sunday. My clothes all seem to be fitting more loosely. Fingers crossed.
If I were paranoid, this would indicate to me they do not like it. If I were delusional, I would think they didn't notice the difference. Call me paranoid.
This morning I walked into work and my boss said, in a springy voice, "It's short!" and walked away.
WTF? *Snarl*
Eventually, someone who is a lover of short hair will come across my path and say something nice to me. I had an older guy do that to me in an elevator in Vegas once when I had this same haircut. He walked into the full elevator, looked around, saw me and said "Great hair!" almost as if it surprised him to be speaking out loud. And no, he was not gay. In fact, he said it right there in front of his significant other. So there.
The thing is, I like my hair like this. No, I love it. When I woke up and wandered groggy eyed into the bathroom this morning, the first thing I did NOT do was growl at my reflection, which my growing out hair had caused me to do for a while now. No, instead, I smiled at being reminded that I cut it. Yeah! I thought. And really, that's what it's all about - me liking myself when I look in the mirror.
I'll try not to think about all the people on What Not to Wear or spotted for Glamour Don'ts who similarly look at themselves in the mirror and think, "yup, I look smashing." At least none of my undergarments are showing.
But enough about me. How're you doing with the one pound weight loss this week? I think I've lost it (the pound, not my marbles, although those are on their way out the door too) but I haven't been near my scale at the right time to check it. I'll just keep plugging away and maybe I'll get an extra (good) surprise when I do weigh myself Sunday. My clothes all seem to be fitting more loosely. Fingers crossed.
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Sassy, I hit my 1 pound goal this morning;>