I wouldn’t really call myself a vain person but I do care about what I look like. Well, let me rephrase that, I sometimes care what I look like.
Just like many mommies out there, during my days at home I am running around in your typical ‘mommy uniform’ or yoga pants (even though I have never done yoga in my life) and an over-sized tee shirt/sweat shirt. When I am home I go for comfort. And yes, I have been known on more than one ocasion to leave the house wearing said clothes. Like I said, when I am with the kids the name of the game is fast, easy, comfort.
But there are certain times that I like to look good, maybe even a little hot. I take the time to make sure that my clothes match and that there are not any snot or vomit stains on them. These are the times that I half pay attention to the fashion trends and try and dress like a hot woman and not just a mommy.
When I am dressing for me, the woman, I want to wear things that make me feel good and highlight the good features on the body that I have to work with.
One of the things that I have always liked about my body (besides my cleavage) is my hair. For the first part of my life, my hair was long and there was really nothing to it and that suited me because I had not really discovered myself. But when I did discover who I was as a person, I cut my hair off into a short and sassy cut with a little bit of edge.
I like having short hair. I can wash it and go or I can take the time to style it and make it fun. I like to color my hair and for those of your that know me in real life, know that I like to change that color a lot. I think that my hair is the one thing about me that really shows my personality, nice and neat but with a sassy edge.
I also have always been complimented on my hair. People seem to like it. But I have begun to notice something about the people that are making these compliments about my hair. Sometimes they come from other women in my age group but most of the compliments are coming from women older than me. And not just a few years older than me, now I am talking about women who could be my mother or even grandmother.
They say things to me like, “Excuse me, but I must tell you that your hair is really, really nice” or “I like it a lot, in fact I think that I could totally pull it off.” Actually, the most recent woman who told me this demanded that I give her the name of my salon and my stylist. She was so pushy that she just about took my phone out of my hands to look the number up herself.
None the less, I have started to get a complex about my hair. I am starting to think that I have old lady hair. But I just don’t get it. My hair is streaked with chunky blond highlights and is all spiky, how in the world could that be old lady hair. I just don’t understand. But the last thing I want is to have old lady hair when I am only in my 30′s.
So the way I see it, I have three choices in this matter. I can keep my hair style and just get used to the fact that I have old lady hair. I can start using some non-traditional color in my hair like green or purple and then see what those old ladies say. Or I can pull a Brittney Spears and shave my head.
Mmm, what to do? What to do?