Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Chop!
My sister came into town last week, visiting from Prague via Monterrey, Mexico (she was there for a film workshop; she studies cinematography in the Czech Republic). Unfortunately, a couple days of insecurity, sadness, fear and self-loathing are owed to her, as she chopped off my hair (it's been perpetually long after I was traumatized by the boy cuts my parents used to give me), from my comfort zone high school ponytail length into a mod bob of sorts with heavy fringe. I barely even recognized myself (she made me wait until after she was done to see) and tried to hide my disappointment, even as she cowered in the crevice of the living room couch, already prepared for my negative reaction. Now I understand what it's like to go through the makeover on America's Next Top Model (ANTM, I promise I don't really watch this on my days off). HAh.
The strange thing is, the cut definitely IS starting to grow on me (Thanks MoonGirls for keeping my confidence up!) - the only reason I even relented to do a hair chop off was my sister's insistence that I dress so stylishly now, with a penchant for the swinging days of the 60s -- I should have the hair to match!
And now I do . . . sort of. Any other ladies out there brave enough to go for a chop?
Joyce
P.S. I believe the fuss was actually over Britni's boots :P not mine, though I DO need a good pair of flat walking ones.
The strange thing is, the cut definitely IS starting to grow on me (Thanks MoonGirls for keeping my confidence up!) - the only reason I even relented to do a hair chop off was my sister's insistence that I dress so stylishly now, with a penchant for the swinging days of the 60s -- I should have the hair to match!
And now I do . . . sort of. Any other ladies out there brave enough to go for a chop?
Joyce
P.S. I believe the fuss was actually over Britni's boots :P not mine, though I DO need a good pair of flat walking ones.
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