Yesterday I told my stylist that I had decided to grow my hair long because I want to "embrace change". He got worried. Usually when clients come in with a request for something really new and different, it's because their marriage or relationship has broken up. He thought this was my way of telling him that I was getting a divorce from Ken.
Thankfully, that's not an issue at the moment. Ken and I are still BFF's. The (potential) change I want to embrace is the situation in my workplace, which, incidentally, is still hanging in limbo and don't hold your breath because I have no idea.
I've been dreaming of a headful of long, silky hair which I'm forever plaiting into smooth, glossy braids. I know the reality won't be quite that lovely. My hair has a tendency towards frizz, and when I used to braid it I had to strike while it was still slightly damp, and then it usually took three or four attempts to get a nice, even plait without a lot of short bits sticking out in the middle or big, floppy loops at the hairline. Despite the hassle, I miss fussing over my hair. It always did turn out looking pretty in the end.
I thought my stylist might be annoyed by my decision. I figured that long hair would be more trouble for him to cut, without as much scope for creativity. In fact, he's excited by the prospect! Which is fantastic! He's never seen me with long hair; I started going to him after I had it all lopped off around 6 years ago. And although he gives the impression of being a bit of a scruffy punk, he's the best, most committed hair stylist I've ever had. He takes pride in his work.
We talked about the last time I had long hair. I used to keep it all one length, like a thick, heavy curtain, because I didn't feel that I had any other options. Every once in a while some hairdresser would take it into his or her head to layer my hair, but that would just make it pouf out uncontrollably. My current stylist explained: back in the '80's, when I was still willing to experiment with layering, the proper technique for "texturizing" (i.e. thinning out) puffy hair like mine hadn't been invented yet. Seriously? That makes me feel so old! I was born before the technology to deal with my hair even existed! At least I'll manage to experience it in my middle age.
(Or at least I assume I'll live to see my hair grow out. I don't think that's too wildly optimistic. It should only take a year.)