No, there’s no need to call a press conference. In the grand scheme of things it’s not a big deal. And most certainly, it’s mundane and pointless, but I still wanted to share.
My hair is straight, fine, little body, and not inclined to look nice on its own. As a teen, I wanted a cascading mane of waves and curls. Instead, I had strings with split ends. Since those days, I’ve kept it short most of the time. When I go for a haircut (at the cheapie places - I’m not spending $60 for a haircut!!!) I generally tell the stylist I want it layered and no maintenance. I like to shampoo, towel dry, comb, and go. I hate the idea of fussing with hot rollers or mousse or gel or anything beyond shampoo, towel, and comb.
Lately, I’d been looking particularly unkempt. My last haircut wasn’t all that good, and as it grew out, it looked pretty ratty. It finally got to the point where I didn’t want to look in the mirror.
So I stopped at the place where my daughter got her hair permed last week. When it was my turn, I told Nancy what I wanted - my no-maintenance speech. She and I connected - she understood exactly what I want. And when she thought she was done, we both agreed that I needed a little more off the back.
I love what she did. It’s layered. It’s short but not too short. It doesn’t have that “just cut” look. And this morning, I showered, toweled, combed, and went. I need to take a series of pictures of my head. I need to carry them whenever I need a haircut so future stylists know what I want.
Wonder if I can persuade Nancy to move to Maryland??
Oh yeah - and no gray. Not bad for a 50-y/o! 
