Perhaps Hair Extensions Are The Answer

     My hair is driving me crazy.  So it must be time for a haircut.
     Every time I get my hair cut, the stylist will comment about how lucky I am to have such nice thick hair.  I hate my thick hair and I don't think it's so nice to have. Besides it's also wavy and I want it to be straight. The other thing every stylist mentions to me is my cowlick.  (I looked up the origin of the word cowlick and found out that it comes from a cow's habit of licking its young, which results in a swirling pattern in the hair.) Anyway, I think each and every stylist that has ever cut my hair uses those comments about my thick wavy hair and "let's not forget that cowlick", as an excuse to discourage me away from the hairdo that I really want.  You know, the one in the photo that I took the time to cut out from a magazine or the one I printed from some random hairstyle website.
     So because I trust that the hair stylist is an expert on, well hair,  I usually wind up agreeing that they are probably right, my hair would never look like the picture.  So, then I usually give in and ask what they would suggest.  And then they usually say "I think the best thing for me to do is take a little off the sides, a little off the back, you know just neaten it up a bit."
     Okay, so then I usually go home with my hair looking not much different from the way it looked before I got it cut, excuse me trimmed.
     So then, what always happens is that a few days later, I go to another salon and say, "cut it short, really short."  By the way, the stylist's love when I say that.  They get that look in their eye.  It's so obvious to me what they are thinking.  "Yes, yes, finally I get to do what I was trained to do, cut hair, really cut hair."
     So as a result, for 80% of my life, I have worn my hair very short.
     Actually, when I stop and think about it, I realize that my obsession has resulted in a ridiculous pattern of paying double for my haircuts.
     My obsession also means that I have am a frequenter of many different salons and a loyal patron of none.
     What prompted my compulsion to get my hair cut today was this photo that Ross took of me this morning at the breakfast shop.

Look At That Hair

So when we got home, I began my hunt for a new hairdo.  I found a bunch of hairdos on this website: There were 924 photos to look through.  Surprisingly I narrowed it down to these two:

Milla Jovovich with a Bob

Jessica Stroup sporting a short straight cut. 

     I checked to make sure that the person who cut my hair last time was not scheduled to be in today.  I called and made an appointment with a stylist who has never cut my hair.  I know, pretty soon I am going to run out of people who have never cut my hair.  When I walked into the salon, I was introduced to Jackie, my new stylist. She asked me what I was looking to do.  Before I even had a chance to show my pictures, she said, "I guess you just want me to neaten it up a bit, right?"  

"Well," I said, "I have a couple of pictures."

Jackie looked at the pictures and said, "No, no, your hair would never look like that.  Your hair is too short.  

You need to let it grow a lot before you can wear your hair like that. "

"Oh okay."  "Then just, do what you think is best."

So, I walked out of the salon looking like this:

     Well that isn't what I really look like.  I took the liberty of using the "antique" look on the photo.  It's a little more flattering. 

     Then when I can't blow dry my hair to make it look like Jackie did, I will  have to go to the new salon that just opened and ask one of the stylists to cut my hair short, really short. 

My Usual Do

But I really want to look like this:

Courtney Cox Long Strait Cut

Maybe if I took my glasses off?  Yea, that's it.  It's the glasses.  Geez!

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.

I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here is today's entry from Anna's diary:

Friday March 22 1929

Drove Elsie down to her seashore home.  It was beautiful out and very warm.  Home about seven.  Junior stayed overnight at 360.   Mrs. Hewit, Mrs. Carr, Rae and I went to bridge.  Stuck for gas coming home.