Yesterday was a traumatic day for me. I have been trying to grow my hair out long for nearly 2 years now. In college I sported the “Raleigh Bob” all four years plus one year of grad school. While I still love the Bob look, I missed the dramatic flair of long and flowing locks. And my hair grows s-l-o-w. I’m talking hair cuts only twice a year, slow. Yesterday was the first hair cut of this year and she chopped ~2 inches from my poor hair. I was devastated. I know its just hair. I know it will grow back (very slowly). I know there are people in this world that lost limbs yesterday (thanks for the reality check, Erin). But I still broke down into tears after walking out of the salon. What is it about us girls and our hair? Fortunately, I can still pull back all of my hair into a super cute low pony AND the stylist fixed my messy side swept bangs. I guess there is always a silver lining.
The only thing that has made me truly happy was fleeing to the arms of my Tar Heel who was sweet enough to add “And give Regina confidence about her hair” into our dinner blessing last night. And he reassurred me at least 100 times that I do not, in fact, look like a boy and that they really didn’t cut that much hair.
My mom’s advice? “Oh honey, at least you got it cut on a Growing Moon.”
WHAT? What is a “growing moon”? Whatever it is, if it makes my hair grow faster then, yeah, I am glad I got it cut on a Growing Moon. Jeez, I am such a girl.