New Hairstyle = New Person?
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
So, last week I decided I needed to reward myself for my recent weight loss by getting a new hair-do. It was really supposed to be for losing 20 pounds (which I've seen on the scale, but am having a hard time getting back to), but I had to take whatever appointment I could get.
A little background:
*I'm pretty cautious with how I spend my money - I work hard for that stuff and my husband and I have some goals that will be pretty expensive to achieve (more on that in another blog post, I'm sure).
*I'm pretty plain. I like to keep things simple and easy.
Knowing those facts you can about imagine what my hair has looked like the past few…well, forever. I get it cut every one or two years – whenever it annoys me enough to do something about it. When I go in, I tell the gal to do whatever she wants, with one simple request: it has to be a comb and go style. I want to wake up in the morning, take my shower, run a comb through my wet hair, and get on with my day. No blow dryer or products needed. What usually results is a shoulder length inverted layered bob (I know only because I’ve asked), which usually looks pretty good and I pay $25 or less for. They’re satisfied, I’m satisfied, and we go on with our lives for another year and a half.
Fast forward to last week. I stepped out of my comfort zone and did something I’ve been wanting to do since high school – a long hair perm. I’ve had my hair curled a couple times, for prom, for weddings I was in, and for a formal in college. I absolutely loved it every time. But a perm was so…permanent. So I never did it, fearing the worst would happen and I would look like a poodle or lose all my hair. It’s one regret that I could still do something about.
So I did it. I booked an appointment at a fancy salon. I spent 3 hours at said fancy salon. I “de-virginized” my hair. I spent $165 to get my hair cut and permed (a ghastly amount, in my book). I was talked into spending over $60 on fancy salon name hair products. I went to Wal-Mart and spent $40 more on hair products that I said no to at the fancy salon (including a hair dryer with a diffuser – I guess it will give my hair volume?) . I got home way past my bedtime. I lived with the stink of perm juice on my hair for two days.
And you know what?
I don’t regret any of it.
My. Hair. Looks. Awesome!
No less than 12 people at work commented on how great it looked (and I work with almost all men – one of which said to me “You know, all these people tell you your hair looks nice, and I know you wonder whether they are just being nice or if they really mean it – I’m letting you know that they really mean it - that hairstyle looks great on you.” Why, thank you kind sir!)
And because I know my hair looks great, I am a more confident woman in every way I can think of.
And yes. That has happened since last Wednesday.
My husband told me over the weekend how much he liked my hair. When I asked him why, he put it simply: “Because it’s really pretty. But mostly because you’re a happier person since you changed it. And that makes me happier.”
Well said, my dear husband. Well said.
LIVE with no regrets!