This post is not going to be nearly as good as the title is. I just wanted to warn you so you could adjust your expectations accordingly.

Initially, the name of the post was Staying Alive, Staying Alive… because that song had been playing in my head, and I thought I’d torture you with share this with you too…

But that’s not what happened. I mean, yes, I am staying alive, but that’s not what I was going to tell you. Here’s the thing that happened:

I went to get my hair cut. After the shampoo and cut, my hair stylist said, “Do you want me to use the roller brush and blow it out real nice?” (I think that’s the right terminology. I’m pretty sure it is.)

Anyhow, at first, I was like, “Nah, thanks, I’m good. It’s not like I’m going anywhere after this.)

But he pushed a little bit, and I thought, well, what the hell, I might as well. I sound kind of pitiful here with this ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ stuff. So I said, “sure, go ahead.”

And he did. It looked pretty good. Actually, it kind of looked really good. I mean, I’m not sure I could do it again, but I could try. I could probably get close.

Other people like it a lot. My daughter thinks it makes me look younger. Everyone I’ve seen (mostly on zoom, but in real life too) has clearly liked it – not just in a ‘being polite’ way either. And it’s not the first time I’ve gotten this response when I change my hair like this.

Not trying to be mysterious about the difference – I usually have curly hair. Permed, but still. And when it’s straight, people love it.

So am I out here celebrating my new, cute ‘do? Well, no cause it wouldn’t be a post if I were, right? So why am I not pleased?

Cause it doesn’t feel like me. When I look in the mirror, I feel like I look like someone else. I’m having to sit with that for a while…

This song has been playing in my head today. I think it’s another earworm – what do you think?

Here’s the thing. I have naturally straight hair, but not the kind with body that waves gently and looks good all day. My hair is fine and hangs straight without any body or shape and looks awful. It takes a long time to manage. It has to have some perm in it or it doesn’t last at all.

This is not the first time I’ve gone through this. In my early 40’s, I decided to quit getting perms and I would roll my hair. No kidding. On hot rollers. It took me an hour and a half to get ready to leave. I did it for a long time, and finally I thought ‘fuck it’ and started getting perms again so I can wash it and go.

(Omg, this is boring again… thank you for hanging in here with me. It’s ok if you just want to walk away, yawning…)

Anyhow. I’m just noticing that every time someone tells me my hair looks GREAT, I’m having some feelings about that. Sigh… I am an ungrateful hag to not appreciate the compliments. I even think it looks good. Just – not like me…

This one is just for fun…

My hair looks a lot like these styles:

Shrug. Nothing wrong with any of those styles. They just don’t look like my style.

NOW I’m going to quit worrying about this nonsense and go do something else. Wrap presents or bake cookies or think about how I can contribute to world peace. I’ll be back with a happier holiday post, possibly before Christmas.

💜 💜 💜