How I came to be interviewed by a Yankee.
Nearly a year ago I shared my “secret dreams of brushing long, bangless tresses and french braiding my salt and pepper hair” and asked you to tell me what I should do. I warned you against suggesting bangs because of my enormous front cowlics that render Eddy Munster-like bangs. I asked how long it’d take to grow out. YOU encouraged me to grow it – and so I began the journey.
As you can see above, it was pretty short when I started.
And then, two weeks later I would have crab crawled all the way to my hair gal, Bonnie, to cut back the monstrosity, but you guys said, “No, you can do it…keep it up.”
And so, I did.
Sometimes it wasn’t as bad as others, but for the most part, it was terrible.
Later, my hair took fungus form and mushroomed atop my head.
It happened overnight, really. I could have starred in Steel Magnolias with my helmet head. But STILL you would not give in to my begging and my not-so-subtle suggestions – you voted for me to continue on. I got the feeling that perhaps the joke was on me at this point, but I said I’d stick to the vote – and so I did.
A few of you voted “Seriously – quit whining. No one cares. Cut it.” You know, just because I GAVE that option didn’t mean you had to TAKE the option. Geez.
In fact, even when I was trying to lose weight (don’t ask – we’re talking about hair), you wouldn’t free me from my plight. I posted a demon possessed headband shot, but you held your ground. “GROW IT!” you said.
I think I was growing teeth at the same time. This shot was a bit too reminiscent of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood.
“What big TEETH you have grandma!”
“The better to EAT you with…”
And after that, I figured I was well on my way and didn’t ask again until Whoorl had me on her site in October.
I gave a straight out of the shower shot – NOT a styled shot. This shot was supposed to show the wave in my hair, the color of my hair and beg for a style.
And maybe that was the problem, but can you BELIEVE the Hair Thursday bloggers voted to cut it? WELL!! I had one thing to say about that…
WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
After 5 months of looking like anything from a granny to a character on Fraggle Rock, I was NOT gonna cut it. Nope, not gonna. At this point I decided to go AGAINST the majority and continue on…alone.
I nearly fell into despair, but then I remembered this was JUST HAIR after all.
So, now it is April 2008 and I have a hair update. No, really…don’t get so excited. Please, everyone sit down – really, it isn’t THAT exciting.
Here we go – the front:
The back – well, kind of the back:
Notice I had it stacked just a bit while I am STILL WAITING for my bangs to reach my chin. I would have significantly more length, but I really wanted to even it all up before I let it pass my chin.
THIS is the first photo that really makes me embrace my grey. I absolutely love the way my grey looks in this shot.
As you can see, I’m greying from the front to the back. When it began I had a skunk streak along my part, but as it has grown it has spread out a bit and just left the back dark.
Why am I writing about all this now?
Well, yesterday I was interviewed by the New York Times. Apparently they are doing a write-up in the Style section on the 17th of this month about how blogs can be used to make decisions on style. I believe I was found through Whoorl’s Hair Thursday. I believe I was very nervous. I believe I might have said some really stupid things in response to the nice
Yankee’s lady’s questions.
I BELIEVE IN CRYSTAL LIGHT ‘CUZ I BELIEVE IN ME.
Oh wait, I didn’t mean to sing that – SEE HOW TELEVISION CAN AFFECT YOU. Dadburnit.
All I know is I had NO IDEA I would ever be in the NYT, but even if I had ever an inkling, I don’t imagine I would’ve considered it be about my hair. MY HAIR for crying out loud.
I can only imagine the conversations.
Me: “Hi, my name is Heather – did you know I’m going to be in the New York Times?”
Perfect Stranger: “Oh really?”
Me: “Yes, thought you might like to know that.”
Perfect Stranger: “Did you write something for it?”
Perfect Stranger: “Did you do something important – like save a child, discover a cure for foot fungus, or rescue a Grandma from buying orange make-up?”
Me: “Um…not exactly.”
Perfect Stranger: “Well tell me, what did you DO?”
Me: “I…uh…well, I…you see, I grew…”
Perfect Stranger: “You GREW an award winning vegetable for a county fair?”
Me: “NO DANGIT! I GREW OUT MY HAIR. IT TOOK A WHOLE YEAR, BUT I DID IT!”
Perfect Stranger: “Oh.”
Me: “Yea, that’s it.”
SEE? Seriously, I don’t know whether to call everyone I know or to hide and pray I don’t get a lot of hate mail about how I’m so vain.
ANYWAY, they asked for before photos and asked whether I would mind sending some after shots (or they would send someone out to take them – um…no, thankyouverymuch.)
So, I took a shower and styled my hair today – you’d be so proud, I don’t always shower. And well, you saw the results. Look, I’m clean! Look, I’m smiling. Look, I did it!