IT'S JUST HAIR...sniff sniff

I will confess to watching my fare share of talk shows in my lifetime.  Yeah, even those terrible "who's the daddy?" ones.  The episodes, on whatever talk show it may be, that are my favorite, are the make-overs.  They bring out these people who, in their eyes,  need to revamp their outer layer.  You usually have your biker dude/dudette.  Then there is the typical 30 something mother of 3 who has just put her kids first and forgotten about herself to the point of wearing the same kind of mom jeans for the last 13 years. Then, of course there is always the lady who has hair to her rear or beyond that cries at the very suggestion of cutting off her lovely locks.  Now, I have never understood this.  They usually end up looking fantastic.  I wonder what they are so worried about because they usually look so much better and I have laughed at the fact that they cry about...HAIR!!

Well...who's crying now? 

 ME!

Yep...I cut it.  About 10 inches, and I'm a little devastated.  Saying that makes me feel a little ridiculous.  I have the most intense regret just sitting on my chest right now.  My hair had become somewhat of who I am.  Don't laugh.  And it feels like I have cut off a part of myself...lost a little bit of my identity. My friend told me the other day that I am more than my beautiful hair.  I know I am.  But, having it gone has made me realize just how much I loved it.  Everyone I've talked to has loved my new 'do' and says it looks 'cute!'  I'm so grateful for their positive strokes to my damaged ego... I'm just a little sad about it, and spent several days blubbering about it.  LAME!!  Why did I cut so much off?  I needed it cut, and wanted it cut.  But, it's shorter than it should be and there are way too many layers.  I hate hating my hair.  I hate not knowing how to work with it completely, molding it to look the way I want it.  It's my own dang fault, and I was warned by my husband and hair stylist.  In fact, my hair stylist refused to do it at first...while her husband threw in his objections as well.  I should have listened.  DORK!
SO...what can I do about it?  Not much really...but wait for it to grow back.  I actually picked up some pre-natal vitamins to help the process a little bit.
Savannah came into my bedroom the other day and noticed I was a little teary-eyed.  OK, Fine! I was bawling!  Anyway, she asked what was wrong and I told her I was just a little sad about my hair.  She replied "Mom, it looks so pretty.  And you could always buy a wig."  I will not say that I have ruled that out as an option!