To Do (in) Life List Item #43. Move beyond the ponytail; Master 5 styles for my hair
When making up my List of Things To Do Before I’m Too Old, I realized that, although it’s been dyed, curled and straightened, I don’t think I can claim to have ever bothered to style my hair in anything but a ponytail. Other than the occasional professionally-done up-do at like, my wedding (skipped prom), that has been it.
Until last Wednesday.
Wait! Before I get to that – my pictures are all in America – you’ll just have to imagine the route that got me here:
Childhood – A massive braided ponytail. Worn every day. Heavy like a horse’s tail, it stung just as badly when wielded as a weapon. Also, bangs.
Freshman year – Quickly learned that a dorky white girl cannot wear a red bandanna headband in an inner city school without a WHOLE LOT of negative attention. Otherwise smoothly transitioned to wearing it down. Also, somehow avoided the Big Bang phenomenon of late early 90’s.
Sophomore year – Waves just all of a sudden turned into real curls. I also went freakishly prematurely grey. Very grey.
Remaining high school years – Mostly spent learning to deal with the curls and how to cover the greys. Also, discovered scrunchies.
College – Got up extra early, every morning, to wash and dry my hair into my Julia-Roberts-Mass-of-Curls that had to be just so for me to have a good day.
First Job – San Francisco + the fog = Back to braids and ponytails. Hair now 75% grey = Dyeing is a way of life.
Germany – After a brief relapse into curls that were accidentally dyed black though a cultural misunderstanding with a Spanish hairstylist and the meaning of the words “not blond”, the pony tail pretty much became a fixture.
As I said, until last Wednesday.
Here's me before, heading out to the salon.
This is me hoping this isn't a huge mistake.
This is me right afterwards, at a friend's apartment.
The reaction so far: My friends’ four-year old greeted me with polite distance, quickly excused himself and went to bed having no idea who I was. My husband keeps doing double-takes. A large portion of Thursday was spent being approached by co-workers who hadn’t recognized me and thought someone else had snatched my office. It’s like I’ve joined the witness protection program.
I still have to figure out four other things to do with it, but there you are, my new haircut and the first of five new styles.
I think I like it.
I say I have officially moved beyond the ponytail.