Hippie Chick

Today's post deals with a subject so sensitive that I am reluctant to even write about it. The topic is hair, specifically my hair. Since I am the type of person who would love to go through life being as close to invisible as possible I really hate to mention something about my appearance. I guess I feel that it is somewhat like an elephant in the room and it's time to come out with it, whatever it turns out to be. Deep breath...I guess I'm growing my hair out. I'm not sure why and I don't even like it but for some reason I haven't cut the length for about a year now. I'm now at the point where I have a strange morbid curiosity about what will happen if I keep letting it go, but I hate looking in the mirror or dealing with it when I get out of the shower. In my 40 plus years I have had "long" hair a couple of times. When I was little of course with ringlet pony tails (definitely mom's choice)

and once after my first year of college,

yes a rebellious time, when I did the early '90's all one length frizzy thing with Bono and Michael Hutchence as my hair role models.


There are some very good reasons that I have had short hair for the majority of my years, the main one is that I look good in short hair but also it's way easy and Glenn likes it short. So why, you and I are both asking am I growing it out? The only thing I can think of is that my mid-life crisis is upon me. I know I've been feeling restless and now that I've come this far in my unintentional growing out process I'm feeling stubborn and as always a bit rebellious. I've determined that I now want to get it into a pony tail! Yeah that's right a pony tail! Take that world!
Will I like it? Probably not. Will I chop it all off soon thereafter? Most likely. Am I a complete nut case? Definitely.
So there you have it. The elephant has now been introduced to all the world. I'm signing off with a current picture if you haven't seen me lately and may I just say, "Let the games begin!"