Hair today, gone...later that day

Thursday, October 6, 2011


I said I was never going to do it again.

And can you blame me?


After that catastrophe, I vowed to never cut my hair again. It might result in me perennially wearing nothing but long nightgowns and traveling exclusively in the company of cats, but I would just pin that shit up, and when the time was right, let down those curls and exult in the thrill of long, sexy hair.

But then I had the baby, and the Great Shed of 2011 began in earnest. I started looking less fertility goddess and more Jenna Maroney on a windy day. My hair was falling out in gobs, and Declan got into the spirit, doing his part to rip out a few strands every time he could grab a fistful. Every day was a bad hair day, even if I had the blessing of time to wash and dry and style it.

I was tired of the greasy ponytail, the horrible breakage, looking like a haystack with limbs.

So I did it.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I cut it off.

If hair doesn't have nerve endings, why does it hurt so bad?

Long bob


  1. I know what you mean! I need to get my hair some help too. But your new cut looks lovely!

  2. Webcam-self-portrait-boudoir shots are very cool.

    I dig the hair.

  3. melissa! you are gorgeous!! can't wait to see it in person! your hair looks lovely!

  4. That. Is beautiful! I wish I could cut my hair like that but my hairdresser, who I have had for longer than my husband (read 20 years) kills me when I give it a go on my bangs. <3

  5. Thanks, y'all. I'm such a Samson when it comes to my hair. All the power drains away without the armor/camo/identity of the long curls. But it turns out short wavy hair can be cute too. So no shirt rending and column destroying in temples required.