Have you ever looked back at your photos growing up and cringed at the awful hair styles you’ve had? For me that’s a resounding “Yes!” Almost every year or season I changed styles, if you can even call it a “style.” It’s actually quite comical. I own my unique nerdiness, especially when it comes to hair. I like change, what can I say?!
Let me show you what I’m talking about:
Yeah, so you see what I mean. I’ve been trying different things with my hair for as long as I can remember, but not always with a good outcome. I’ve only loved two styles and that was when I shaved my head (that felt amazing and was so simple) and when my hair grew out curly and dark with some grey highlights. This year I decided I needed a change and went and colored my hair back to blonde but now I’m wanting to go strawberry blonde or red. Maybe not. I may just shave my head come spring and grow it out all natural again.
The reason I even shaved my head back in 2011 was because I had such a bad hair color application and it couldn’t be fixed and my style was gross, so my husband said “Let’s just shave it and you can start over.” That’s exactly what we did. I was a little nervous because I thought maybe I have a weird shaped head or scars from all the falls I’ve taken off horses and from climbing trees, but it was actually perfect! My husband did the shaving, starting right down the middle so there was no going back! I really loved the feel of it and the way my head tickled when the wind blew over my short wee hairs. Instead of feeling less beautiful or womanly, it was quite the opposite. I felt super sexy and strong, like a true female should.
The only downside to shaving your head as a woman is that people assume you have cancer. That is the unfortunate part and I had to let folks know up front that this was my choice to re-grow my hair naturally. It was weird to hear women say I was brave for shaving my head. It’s not. It’s just hair and it grows back. Brave is saving someone’s life by risking yours. Brave is not a haircut.
I loved my shaved head! It gave me so much more time to getting ready and I finally get why guys are way more chill than us ladies…short hair is a breeze and always looks chic!
The “after” picture. My son Hershal had longer hair than me! It felt so good and was an instant improvement from what I had.
Wowza, that’s some bad hair! 2011 was the year I shaved it off and started fresh. So glad I did.
There you have it. My series of epic hair fails and my most favorite hair style ever: shaved head! I know it is silly to think hair can define a person, but in all actuality it does make statement about who you are. I’m not sure if my constant changing of hair styles means anything about who I am or more like who I’m not. I think it shows that I don’t take myself too seriously and really love a good laugh even at my own expense!
What is your most epic hair “fail” or do you even have one? Some people have flawless hair and good stylists their whole life through. I don’t know what that would be like. Boring?…Great?…I can’t even wrap my head around it, it’s that foreign a concept to me. Some things are better left a mystery, I guess.
Anyway, enjoy your day. Laugh it up and remember: It’s only hair!
My fourth favorite moment of 2015 would have to be the night out with my daughter, Faith, when we went to Tacoma Musical Playhouse (TMP) to see “25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee” in February.
We were given comps from my good friend, Demmarie. It was a very funny play! TMP is my favorite local musical theatre, not just because my son, Hershal, was in a play there (Ragtime), but because they put on the best shows. But that is also how I met so many wonderful people that I call friends today.
After the play, Faith and I stopped at Applebee’s for a bite to eat at 11:30pm. First, the young hostess asked if we wanted to sit in the bar?! I said “No, thank you. My daughter is only 15.” This made Faith laugh quite hard, but I know if I had gone with it she would have blown our cover, because just like her mama, she can’t lie!
While there, enjoying our girl time over a plate of nachos, some cute 17 year old boy comes over to our table and tells her “his friend” thinks she’s pretty. She says “Oookay.” and he heads back to his table. I can see the group of guys, but Faith’s back is to them so I’m giving her a play by play of the events back at their table. To up the ante, I ask our waiter to send a dessert to them courtesy of the pretty girl. The waiter is such a sport and gives them the free birthday brownie dessert to which they all get excited about and dig in. During this time Faith and I can’t stop laughing! It’s hilarious to her that Mom is playing her wing-man and the waiter is in cahoots!
When the guys get up to leave, two come over to our table to give Faith their instagram account names and introduce themselves. But the best part was watching them high-five each other on their way to their car.
It was a pretty funny night and I haven’t laughed that hard in a while!
Merry Christmas to you and Happy New Year! ~Tillie