One year ago, I decided to grow out my hair. As I’ve said before, I’m fickle when it comes to my tresses. I love the short, short pixie ‘do, but it’s pricey to maintain. So, to the pure delight of my friend, Christy, I’m letting it go long again. For real this time.
But every time I try and do this, there is a period when I contemplate reversing my decision. It’s now, during the awkward stage.
Too long to pull off an easy fashionable style and too short to create any real hairdos, I can’t really do anything with my hair and it drives me crazy. My bangs aren’t long enough to pull into a true ponytail, so I wind up with a half that looks juvenile and kind of tacky. Or else, I have to pin my hair back and hope the shorter ends don’t flop down into my face. Bitter and frustrated by my lack of hairstyling know-how, I have resigned myself to this look until the stage passes.
I know I’m complaining about something ridiculously trivial and temporary. But it bugs. Especially when those slow-growing wispy pieces won’t stay back and wind up tickling my nose. It almost makes me want to cut it all off again, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m really trying to work on my spending habits and don’t want to include salon fees in my budget. Or for that unbreakable vow I made with Christy.