So, in choosing between looking tired or ancient.....tired wins by a landslide every time.
My hairdresser agreed I could pull the style off. The cutting began. Piles of hair cascaded to the floor of the kitchen. Then the highlighting began. Then more cutting. Then, finally...the styling.
My head felt so free and light! All my dead locks and split ends were gone, and replaced with bouncy, wavy full locks again! The styling, well....I love my hairdresser...she's cut my hair since I was pregnant with Mizz J (23 years ago)...and she's masterful at cutting, but she styles my hair in a way I can't replicate and a way that's not me to boot. Every hair artfully and lovingly subdued into a smooth, controlled style.JD's first comments: "Well, it's certainly short." After my hairdresser left: "You look older. About 10 years."
Oh NO! I wanted to channel Helen Mirren's beauty and style, but not her chronological age!I was a bit concerned but not overly as I figured there was still hope I could style it myself in a way that could put me back at my own age. So off to the shower I went. I was really hoping I would have some sort of hair-stylin' muscle memory...you know, from back in the day when I used curling irons and product...as opposed to the past two years, when I used only a hair clip and a blow dryer.
I producted (I think I just created a verb), I fluffed, I blow-dryed, I finger-styled, I tossed, I hairsprayed.
JD took one look, his eyes went wide and he said "Sassy! How'd you do THAT?"
"I sassified it" I said.
"You look like that girl in Sleepless in Seattle" he said, obviously pleased with the result.
The look I was going for was Helen Mirren but I wound up channeling Meg Ryan. I'll take it.