Something has been very out of control lately and for once it is not my coffee addiction or Gossip Girl bingeing.
It’s my hair. And I think it is very much time for a long-awaited haircut.
For the record, I am good at a lot of things. I’m good at writing, picking out designer clothing I cannot afford, making a hella good vanilla soy latte and delicately informing my parents that once again I need financial assistance when it comes to my medical bills.
But there are many, many things I am not good at. I am terrible at car maintenance, cooking meat, saying goodbye to puppies and doing pushups.
I am also very, very terrible when it comes to hair.
Growing up, my mother was a factory worker. I’m actually very, very proud of her and very grateful (more than she will ever realize) for the life that her hard work and dedication gave me. She sacrificed many things so my siblings and I could have great lives. She is the best mother anybody could ever ask for and I am very blessed that she raised me.
But, because of her job, she never needed to apply makeup, or wear cocktail dresses, or maneuver updos. And therefore, I never learned much about all of those feminine things that young girls learn from their mothers, like the ins and outs of hair, makeup and styling. My mom followed a simple philosophy when it came to hair: long in the winter to keep your neck warm and short in the summer to keep you cool.
And as a result, I’ve never bothered to do much with my hair. I was actually pretty stoked when the whole being a scene kid thing was cool in high school, because it meant I could abuse the hell out of my locks with my Wet2Straight. That was simple enough that even I could do it.
Blow outs? Chignons? Hahaha, you’re funny!
And now here I am. I come to you, wise Internet, asking for help.
What the heck should I get done with my hair when I finally make a long awaited visit to the salon for my annual haircut?
