As a boy mom, I find myself telling my kids to be grateful they are boys, because they don’t have to deal with this or that. The thing I most often refer to is the fact that they don’t have to do their hair. Am I alone in feeling like this is one of the most frustrating parts about being a woman?
Fixing my hair is the most time-consuming part of my morning routine. Over the years, I have tried to pick hairstyles with minimum prep work. Even still, the washing, drying, styling process seems to be the bane of my existence. No fun, I say, no fun.
I recently chopped off 12 inches of my hair to donate. I loved the transformation so much it made me reflect on the many different hair looks throughout my years. It is fun to go back through some of your style choices and think about what prompted some of those decisions.
Here, I take you back…way back…to my elementary school days. Back when my hair was seldom brushed, I rocked some bangs, and made the poodles jealous with my perm.
Most of my life I’ve worn my hair long, but I have been known to drastically chop my hair now and then when I get sick of it. Twice I did this not long after my boys were born. I’m not sure why I thought that it was a good idea, because for me, short hair means more work styling to look halfway presentable.