I woke up yesterday excited and nervous and so impatiently watching the clock for go-time. It was haircut day.
And don't you just love a haircut day? The way the receptionists greet you and offer you things like strawberry water; and the weird smells that you can only associate with beauty routines; the buzz of ladies gossiping to their most trusted listening ears: their stylists.
All of that's before you sit in the chair. Oh, the chair. It moves and swivels and is always made of the most luxurious-feeling leather. You look like a ridiculous sort of circus tent with the cape draped over you and the chair, toes poking out, you freshly washed hair slicked back on your head. (Which. Am I the only one who wears extra make-up on haircut day? Something about the slick wet hair and the weird lighting and staring at yourself in the mirror for an hour. I think it's essential.)
My head always feels lighter when I leave the salon. Lighter and tingly, like someone gave it a good scratch. Because, I guess, well, they did. But this was especially the case yesterday since, when all was said and done, I lost about 11 inches. We tied off the first ten, in two sections since there was so much. I sent that off to Pantene* for someone who needs it. Then I'm sure I lost another inch, maybe more, in the styling process.
When my stylist was done and I ran my fingers through it and felt the cool air on my exposed back and neck and really looked good and hard at myself in the mirror, I thought, "There you are!" Because it was such an accomplishment to grow my hair so long, I suppose. And I became rather attached to it in that weird way you're attached to hair. Obsessed even. It did feel a bit like I chopped off some youth. But mostly, it was like a face and a body and some style reappeared in that chair.
I have been having all these moments lately. Like, I don't have a problem telling the internet that I'm fitting into bras I haven't been able to wear for three years. I bought a new pair of jeans in my old size. And I've got a sassy new haircut now to boot. The haircut brought it together, like the cherry on top (since ice cream cliches always work). I feel good, is what I'm saying. Stylish and 11 inches lighter.
*I donated my hair through the Pantene Beautiful Lengths program because they give away their wigs for free.