i’ve never had short hair. well, ok. there was those couple years when i was about 5 and lived in bright pink spandex shorts and minnie mouse t’s and survived off of popsicles that i had a little bob cut. oh, and bangs that started half-way back my head. yikes. thanks mom! but for the years in which yearbook pictures were auditions for “cool” i have always had long hair.
|Me with long hair (and my best friend/only reader)|
you know what? i’m sure i will look ridiculous when i’m 80, but i’ve found the man i want to be totally outrageous looking right along side me…the same fella who will accompany me to hometown buffet at 4pm for a dinner date…and who i know will think i’m beautiful until the day i’m made glorious. being totally head-over-super-cute-heels in love gave me that extra little boost of courage i needed to let my hair dresser snip-snip away at my golden vanity. if it was awful, Bee would wipe my tears as i mourned the loss of my locks and let me borrow a hat...or a pillow case...whatever was needed to cover up the tragic mess that might occur.