As requested, I have some pictures of my hair to post. I took another fifty pictures of myself this morning after I washed and styled my new hair. It’s definitely a good cut, and it’s pretty much what I asked for. So I think I just found a new hairdresser. YAY!
I’m just not entirely sure how to style it to suit my fancy. You know how it is, it takes a few days.
I’m annoyed because I can’t seem to find any online pictures like the ones I’m trying to emulate. I wanted to show you what I was going for.
At any rate, here is the self-portrait I took this morning.
The picture really doesn’t show the layers much at all. And now that I’ve been running around for a few hours and it’s had time to settle a bit, the right side (well, it’s on your left, looking at this picture) is developing a mind of its own. It wants to flip out.
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m kind of over the flipped-out look. I did that for a few years with a style almost identical to this one. See?
I thought the flip was sort of on the outbound style train. Is it? Because my hair. It’s determined to flip. And as with most things, it will be a lot easier if I choose to work with it rather than against it.
Ah, the trials of a suburban housewife.
But you know, hair is a woman’s crowing glory, after all. In fact, I dare say that there are few pursuits more noble than the quest for good hair. (Although for some reason, I don’t think this is what the apostle Paul had in mind with his crowing glory comment.)
Okay, look, I just took more pictures. (Yes, one might think I have way too much time on my hands. But the house is clean, the baby is napping, and the preschooler is playing at a friend’s house. So I guess I have some time to squander.)
Okay, from the side:
Now the delinquent side:
Okay, after looking at these pictures, this hairstyle clearly needs some work. I think I need to try some different styling techniques. But I promise not to inundate you with another series of pictures tomorrow.