There was the requisite childhood mishap with scissors (you should have seen the doll),
and at the age of 5 I told my mom I wanted long hair.
By second grade, I had established my "look."
The length vacillated from below my shoulders to down to my waist, was sometimes layered and sometimes blunt cut, there was a decade or so of bangs, and many years of Lucile Ball red, but I'll spare you photos because for the vast portion of the last 42 years this creature-of-habit had essentially the same hair cut.
Me this morning:
But guess what? Chemo is going to rid me of this not-so-glorious mane, and truthfully, it's probably time for a change anyway. So rather than finding foot-long dreadlocks in my shower drain a month from now I've opted for something new. And I LOVE it!
After treatment it will probably take me 8 months to regrow my hair to even this length, so I may just stay short-and-sassy. As we were wrapping up the appointment, I asked my hairdresser how often she gets women going from long hair to short, and she said, "Not often. And most of them don't laugh through the entire process... by this point they are usually wailing that they want their long hair back."
Not me. And I'm going to continue to laugh through the entire process... ;)
xoxoxox
Kerstin





