Crazy, Hazy, Lazy Days of Summer or a New ‘Do for All I Do
Nearly a year to the day my in-house stylist comments on my black roots, he brings it up again! On one hand the critique is all too true. On the other hand, was it someone else I’ve been hauling to doctors’ offices, doing biweekly visits to the hospital for the month of July? Yet, I am just too darn lazy to fix my hair.
Of course we have probably had the hottest summer on record this year and our car A/C decided to take a vacation. So on our various outings, I try to pull my shoulder length, blacked rooted blonde tresses into a ponytail. Which I might add lives a life of its own once we hit the door and is definitely not the look I’m going for. Helping hubby down the ramp, into the car and arm wrestling my nemesis, the dreaded wheelchair, in and out of the trunk does nothing for the coiffure.
Tooling down the avenue with the windows wide open and perspiration running down my face completes my look. Quite a sight to behold when we arrive at any of our destinations. Trust me when I say it’s not a pretty sight, nor do I feel in the least little bit “cute.”
Hubby starts last week. His heart is in the right place, he wants me to do something for myself. He wants me to have some time to myself and something to make life easier for me. His approach may leave something to be desired, but the intent is good.
Last week, after exhaustive online research; I pick a beauty salon in our new area and off I go. Yes, it took research because in spite of the current circumstances I’m really am fussy when it comes to my hair and mostly don’t like it short. But in the spirit of practical, easy and cool I, decide on a Pixie.
Ah, the freedom! The two-minute hair wash and styling or lack thereof. Driving with the windows wide open and what’s left of my hair blowing in the wind no longer affects to outcome. I’m cooler and fresher when we arrive. I don’t feel like a wet rag.
The icing on the cake came the evening I had my major change. We were sitting in the living room together; he watching TV, me on the computer. He quietly and gently said to me, “I really like the way your new haircut looks.” Thanks for the push and the break, Hubby. Got me a new ‘do and a new ‘tude, no stopping me now!