Going for the Boy Look

After more than a year of growing out my hair, I got it chopped. It wasn’t intentional.

Honestly, I don’t remember the last time I got my hair cut. I think it was at ZipZap and I really do think it’s been more than 12 months. I like to cut my hair every 3-4 months, definitely every 6 months, but I got lazy. I got cheap, too, didn’t feel like spending $50. And I was starting to get used to long hair. I hadn’t had it that long in forever.

I have a history of growing my hair out, then chopping it up to my ears. My guy friends would sigh, “What did you do to your hair!”

Well, it happened again. Like I said, it wasn’t intentional. I scheduled an appointment with Theresa at Madusalon on Divis. I decided spontaneously last Thursday afternoon that I wanted to cut my hair. I scoured Yelp and found several people who recommended her. She was good: meticulous and friendly.

I didn’t go back to ZipZap this time because they’ve been cutting my hair the same for years. Always layered, keeping the length–no matter which stylist I went to.

Theresa asked if I wanted to keep the layers. Since I was looking for something different, I told her she could get rid of the layers. I’d had layers for too long now.

Chop, chop, chop. She scissored away while I happily read a fashion magazine. When I looked up, I gasped. I looked like a little kid. I think she thought so too. She put some product in my hair to give it some oomph, then insisted, “Once I blow dry it some more and take this smock off, it’s going to look better. You always look better when you’re wearing your regular clothes. And you’ve got such a cute dress on underneath.”

I didn’t realize that getting rid of my layers meant cutting my hair up to the shortest layer (i.e., my chin).

So now I wear makeup, but only when I go out. I’m too lazy to get dressed up for work. I rustle out of bed at 7:30am, run to the bus stop, and plop myself down at my desk by 8.

But in the PM, I smear on the eyeliner. It’s better to look like a teenager than a kid!