I love my hair. Every girl do. But, I love them as long as they are manageable. Manageable in my dictionary means one brush here, one brush there and you are done. Someday I comb only when I am going out. No, I am not that busy, I am just toooooo Lazy. (here, I have said it. Happy now.)
It was almost five to six months back, when I had my last haircut. You know that itchy feeling (not itchy – itchy, but, ohh forget it, I don’t have the right word to explain it), feeling when you know that you need a cut but your hair still look okay to others. Others in this case is my hubby. So, I was nagging him for the past month, that I needed a haircut, let’s go to a hair salon. And, he was always, like, hmm okay. Will go. But, I keep on hearing this “will go” for a month. Poor me 😦
I used to think of me as the laziest person on earth (My mom would have agreed with that too), but since I have met my hubby, I have moved down to second position. He is “The Laziest” person I have seen, unless he has to go to gym. If you want to take him somewhere, you have to coax him by saying, we will stop by the gym, do some exercise and then we will go to the desired place. Even than he will ask you, how much time in gym?
You must be thinking, why I didn’t went on my own. I could have, I know the way to salon, I have the car, knew driving, could have also managed with kids, but, and the big but is that, who would I have blamed on, in case something goes wrong with the cut. In case, I didn’t liked it, I could have said, “you bring me here, it’s your fault”. Yeah, we wives can blame anything on our husband. One time I even blamed him for the weather. “It’s raining, because you don’t want to go out.” So, typical of me. J
I kept on bugging him (I don’t nag much 🙂 usually ). But, as he was also trying very hard to save his number one title of The Laziest person, he didn’t take me. :O
So, there I was, standing in front of my mirror, with a scissor in my hand, some different sizes combs and one hand mirror. There I was, all set. Where to start from? Took the scissor and cut a small bunch, then another, and then one more cut, and then it was fun. Yup, I enjoyed it. Going through my hairs, layer by layer, trying to see what will look good, better then good, or bad…. and after around ten minutes, I was done. Phew!!
Had a look at myself, front mirror then the hand mirror, back and front, side ways. Hmmn. Not bad. Like it. Then I look down. Ohh crap. Who will clean this mess? Whole floor was covered with hairs. Thank god, kids were asleep, otherwise it would have been a whole lot messier. So, it took me ten minutes to cut my hair and another thirty minutes to clean everything.
Interesting was my hubby’s reaction to my new haircut. I was waiting by the glass window, saw him park his car, and I rushed to mirror(not door 😛 ). Combed again, looked again and again. Good. Opened the door.
Five minutes passed, then ten. Now, his tea is also finished. I am still waiting, trying very hard to wave my hair, all my fingers running through my hairs. (very stupid thing to do without wind). Finally….
Me: notice something different?
He: hmm….. (trying very hard while looking at me)
Me: I cut my hair. (with a big grin)
He: oh yes, that’s what I was thinking about. You are looking very good. Since yesterday, I wanted to say this to you. You are really looking very good.