(Because all of my profile pictures seem to feature a fraction of my face surrounded by a hoodie or a cat, I’ve decided to reveal myself by telling you a terribly dull story about growing out my hair, and then asking you to make comments about it.)
At the end of the summer of 2004 I decided to let my very short hair grow. I had attempted a “growing out” experiment earlier that spring, but only because my friend MJ said I couldn’t do it, and I’m sorry to say she was right. By the end of the school year I had caved and my hair was back to its spiky short cut. But in August I decided on my own that I was ready for a change. I was about to turn 30, I was entertaining the idea of motherhood, and I was up for the ridiculously annoying task of letting my hair grow.
If you’ve ever let your hair grow you know of which I speak. There are good stages–times when you are sure you’re doing the right thing–and bad stages, when you ask your neighbor to come over and hide all your scissors. My hair is very fine, but I have an enormous amount of it, so during most of the growing out stage I felt like I had a live animal sleeping on my head. But I persevered, and by summer of 2005 all of my hair was the same length. I had managed to reach my goal, but I didn’t know what to do with the end result. It was too short for a ponytail, and too long for much of anything else. I also had an annoying flip/curl thing on one side, and the only way to get rid of it was to use a flat iron on my entire head. This was fine in the summer when I could wear a bandana every day, or hold my bangs back with sunglasses, but the day school started and I had to get ready for work I knew I was in trouble.
I don’t have any pictures of myself between June 2005 and January 2006, but basically I worked my way backward. Every month it got a little shorter until I finally caved and told my stylist to cut it all off, and now I am back to square one. The truth is, I like my hair short, but I also liked it when it was all one length. It is also true that thanks to prenatal vitamins, it grows like a weed, and were I to shave it off today it would be back to it’s current state within a very short time. So now, yet again, just a week after getting it cut short, I am considering letting it grow again.
Please feel free to give me your two cents on this matter.
Phase I: November 2004 (photo by Megan)