Levedy

Hair

Sigh.

My hair is at the length where it's grown too long to be coiffed into its original short and sassy style, but too short to be coiffed into the next medium-length hair style.

My hair is at a really unattractive, grown-out, but yet not grown in enough stage. Essentially, my hair is going through puberty right now.

Also, my dye job has grown out to the point that my once wonderful highlights are looking pretty sad-sack and trailer trashy. My roots are too exposed. It looks sad, people. I have to choose to either cut it short again, or suck it up and wait a few months for it to get a bit longer so that I look less like Shaggy's unkempt girl-cousin.

Unfortunately, part of the RODIS SAVE MONEY IN 2009 plan consists of my not getting my hair done five times a year, but three. I'm trying to hold out until my birthday (end of April) because I think that I can wheedle my girlfriends into pitching in to my hairdresser, who happens to be a girlfiend as well, to get my hair done.

Normally, my girlfriends each pitch in 20 bucks to get one of the girls a sizeable gift certificate to one of her favorite stores for her birthday. They also pay for lunch or dinner at a restaurant where we all gather and titter and guffaw (you guessed it, I'm the guffawer) for a few hours. It's nice. I think that if I ask for the money to go straight to my hairdresser instead, two things happen 1) She feels slightly weird for taking her girlfriends' money, and charges less than normal, which means the girls would each chip in less than 20 bucks, which helps them and 2) I get my hair done for free (to me).

I'm not banking on #1, because she's a really good hairdresser and deserves to be paid well for her services, and with the Las Vegas economy in the shitter right now, she's having a harder time filling her appointment book, since personal care is one of the first things people cut back on when times are tough.

In the mean time, my hair and I will be hugging the wall of the multi-purpose room, terrified that a boy might ask us to dance and notice that my hair has braces.

Posted by Jen at February 23, 2009 4:17 PM