Warning: Stop reading now.
Why are you still reading?!
Ok, so today’s pos t
is slightly indulgent and more-than-
slightly ridiculous.
But, really…when I plan to blog every day for a year, there
are bound to be a few like this. Maybe it will even make you laugh. (And laughter is meaningful…so there ya go. :))
Basically, I am learning huge amounts of self-control right now. Probably not the way God intended for me to learn it, but nevertheless, I’m learning!
Why, you ask?
Because of my hair.
That’s right…my hair.
The long and short of it (HAHA! Please tell me you laughed?!) is that I am completely addicted to cutting my hair…and I change my hairstyle often. It is actually quite amazing that I’ve had the same haircut for more than a year right now…
I’m a spontaneous person, and I like change, so I think that has a lot to do with it.
No, let’s back up. I like change when it doesn’t involve transcontinental relocation. 
Anyway, a few weeks ago I decided that I was tired of my hair…and because it is so short already, that means only one thing…no more haircuts allowed.
Oh, here we go.
Much self-control needed.
A little (but not short) story:
So, when we went to Indonesia, I had pretty short hair.
That was mostly to give myself some time
to find the courage to get a haircut there. Well, that courage never came, and I just let it grow. By Christmas, it was long enough for a ponytail.
But what I hadn’t counted on was what the humidity in Indo would do to my hair.
It wasn’t cute. AT ALL.
It was this crazy mix of waves and curls, and it drove me crazy.
So I decided to chemically straighten it.
Yeah…it’s pretty much like it sounds and pretty much horrible for anyone’s hair. (You can read my mildly horrifying but oh-so-entertaining account of it here. And, ok…after re-reading this post, I have to put in a disclaimer here: I was even more of a drama queen five years ago. But hey, enjoy the drama. :))
And that worked for awhile…until my hair started to grow out. Then I had a mix of crazy curly and straight. Hello ponytail for five months.
So when we headed back to the States for the summer I decided, what the heck? Let’s go curly.
Oh, horrors.
Once again, I hadn’t counted on the humidity factor…my hair started out fine in the mornings. But after about 30 minutes, it would be crazy. Again, we say hello to the ponytail. I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave my hair down for one day the entire semester.
So once again, around Christmas, I decided to try straightening it.
Really, Mel, did we NOT learn the first time?!
Apparently not.
This time I went with a friend, and we both got our hair wrecked straightened.
The only good thing that came out of this is that my hair was longer than it had been since, like 3rd grade.
But again…humidity kicked in.
Really, why did I even try?
I made it another semester, but my hair never made it past 9:00 am before I put it up.
I just couldn’t take it and knew what I needed to do.
The problem was, we had decided to stay in Indonesia that summer, and so I needed to find the guts and just get it cut. I ended up chopping about ten inches off, and it was the best thing ever.
I loved that haircut (even though I still had to cut it every four to six weeks or so).
And then…last Christmas…I had a moment of weakness. Maybe it had something to do with being pregnant and puking all day long while living in the boiling tropics? I totally chopped it…it was so short that when I looked in the mirror, I almost cried. But then I went home and smiled when I figured out it only took me five minutes to do my hair. For a pregnant, puking girl, that is priceless.
I kept it short after Maelie was born, but lately have been kind of getting the itch for something new. Or at least longer.
It has now been almost seven weeks since I’ve cut my hair.
And it. is. killing. me.
I so want to grab scissors and just start hacking away.
Self-control, self-control, self-control.
Be patient, be patient,
be patient.
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
Wait, wait, wait.
And while I wait and practice patience and self-control, I’m trying to be thankful. Thankful that my hair grows faster than the average person’s hair. Thankful that I’m still taking prenatal vitamins so it’s growing even faster. (My hairstylist says it’s about an inch a month–I think it’s even more.) That’s just crazy. And even more thankful that there’s something called a flat iron.
I’m even thankful that I have this blog for moments such as this. Instead of thinking about chopping my hair or running around the house looking for scissors, I can just write about it instead.
So, there you go…what’s going on in the land of Mel’s hair. (Probably more than you ever wanted to know!)
When my hair is long enough for a ponytail, I’m throwing a party. Stay tuned.
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