I am one of Those Women. I’m letting my hair grow for my wedding. And I’m going to whine about it. And then I will probably cut it all off the day after my wedding. I am living the cliché.
Some background: My hair is what my shampoo bottle calls “hard to manage.” I like to call it moody.
Growing up, my hair could best be described as “perpetually tangled,” which in my girl scout years I resolved by having an awesomely hilarious bowl cut, and in my teen angst years I “resolved” through intense conditioning and time consuming blow-drying.
When I was 19, I cut my hair short. Then shorter. Until I had “a boy cut” (a misleading name name considering the fact that the average hairstyle of a college aged dude was much longer than my hair). I LOVED having short hair. But I also got annoyed with the necessity of regular haircuts. And I sometimes missed the ability to “do something different.” [I am bad at accessorizing, and moreover, cute headbands weren’t in style like they are now.]
My last year of college I started growing my hair out. I found the growing-out process completely miserable. When my hair was finally all one length again, I realized that it was now curly. Which was really fun and exciting! Now I live in terror of my hair up and deciding not to be curly anymore. Because the curl doesn’t always form, if, for example, my hair dries too quickly or I use the wrong product.
Now: Whenever my hair goes through a bad mood, I always think about cutting it all off. Shortly before the engagement I had a particularly bad pang, such that I actually went to the salon thinking I would do the big chop. But I told my stylist about the imminent engagement, and she reminded me of how much growing out hair sucks and what if I decide I don’t want to be a sexy cool bold short-haired bride? Then I thought, what if Collin, who met me well after the shift to long curly hair, doesn’t like the short ‘do? What if it doesn’t flatter my more grown-up face? I shied away from the risk.
My stylist gave me a great shape-up trim and my hair started to behave somewhat more often. So, for now, I’m sticking to the long-hair for the wedding mold. I’m curious if within a year I can get past my collarbone, which my hair hasn’t seen since I was in middle school. My hair normally stops growing longer and starts growing messier when it hits my shoulders, but I never give it much chance after that point.
I remain less than confident that I will actually make it a whole year without grabbing a pair of kitchen shears and cutting off all the hair I can pull away from my scalp, then speeding to the salon, sobbing all the way, barging in and begging, “FIX IT DEAR LORD FIX IT.”
Anyone else deviating from her normal hairstyle (or fighting off desire for major change) in the name of her wedding?