Tag: Hairstyle

Let Me Introduce You To The New Me…

~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

Well,  Not all of me is new.

Same old face, body, and psychological diagnosis.  With a drastically different hair style.

After-Sissys-MagicWhy?  Because I am coming into my mid-life crisis. That, and I got so pissed off at my thin, limp and graying hair, I almost took my sewing scissors to it. It would not hold a curl, it was always in my eyes, and worst of all – it made me look mousey*.

My new hair is cropped into a very (VERY) short pixie cut. It is now a caramel strawberry blonde. It is so much fun!  What a difference in my attitude! I feel so damned perky. (I don’t usually smile so big.)

Hubby did not freak out – I forewarned him. All he did was grunt in an affirmative manner, when I asked him if he liked it. This is the man’s usual opinion about my appearance.

In other words, he does not give a rat’s ass. He told me once, “I like your hair when you like it – that way I don’t have to listen to ‘I hate my hair!’ and the other cursing while you’re getting ready to go somewhere.”  Fair enough.

The downside to a pixie cut is my ears are in plain sight. This means I will need to buy more earrings.

Aw, shucks   😉

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* mousey: someone with a drab appearance.

Photo taken at Sissy’s Bella Spa

My Big Fat Hairy Decision

~ JodiLea ~ 4 Comments

I am ashamed to admit this, but I have allowed my hair to look horrid all summer. Camouflaging it with pony-tails, clips, and head-bands. “Why?” Because I could not decide what I was going to do about it, that’s why.

My bleached highlights are way past my scalp, so I can’t say my roots are showing anymore. I could say, “OMG, my gray is showing!” and that would be correct. It would be so cool if gray were the new blonde. But no, and here I have baby fine brown hair, highlighted with gray. You won’t see me in any Vidal Sassoon commercials.

It’s possible you could see me in wig commercials soon, the rate I am losing my hair. It’s totally freaking me out! Why is this happening to me??  I’m not on chemo.. It’s not a symptom of menopause, or diabetes either. My doctor(s) think it’s stress related, so what else is new?. The only thing I am stressing out about is changing my hair-style to minimize the gray and the bald spots.  I’m married to a very handsome man (with a great head of hair) that women (with sexy long hair) flirt with. And here I am contemplating chopping mine short, so the weight does not pull it out.  Hubby dislikes short hair (Duh, all men do). I wonder how he feels about bald ones?

Well, today is the big day. This afternoon I have an appointment with my hairdresser, Tina, and we are going to figure out the best thing to do. Tina has cut, colored, and highlighted my hair since the 80’s. She makes highlights look as if you were born with that hair color. I trust her judgement better than my own. My natural hair color is a dull shade of Dog Poop Brown. Seriously.  Crayola calls it something else, but it’s in that big box of 64 crayons with the crayon sharpener  breaker on the back. Time to get some chores done and stop thinking about it.

Even more hair is falling out as you read this…