It’s always time for a haircut when I go into “bun phase” or “Detective Odafin Tutuola phase.” I didn’t make it to Fin Phase, but I was sporting a lot of buns. I hadn’t had a cut since last July. I got it cut almost two weeks ago, but I am behind on life after Miss H’s 5th birthday.
We cut Hannah’s hair a month ago, but I keep forgetting to post!
It was time, and I love the sassy little bob. She was constantly pushing hair out of her face, and she hated having her hair done in the morning. I love Adam to death, but he is not gifted at doing her hair. So on the mornings that he gets her ready so I can get to work, she looked a little rough. But still super cute!
I’ve been busy since getting the news that my contract would not be renewed next year.
Obviously the left photo is before, even though I had long since retired wearing my hair down in favor of my classic, time-for-a-haircut, Det. Odafin Tutuola braid. I decided to chop my hair off, and it is shorter than it’s been in almost 20 years.
Before is on the left, After is on the right.
I think I’ve finally broken free of my haircut fears after years of terrible attacks on my curly head. Now I can’t wait to get them, and I’m slowly moving closer to getting them more often. It used to be every 2 years, then about a year and a half, then 11 or so months, now as of my haircut yesterday it’s 10 months. I’m aiming for 6 months, so I’m marking my calendar now that come October I should be back in that chair at Devachan Salon with the fabulous Jackie cutting away.
I went into Manhattan today, to SoHo, to get my (basically) annual haircut. It’s a well-documented truth that haircuts freak me out, and I tend to put them off until my hair is so unruly I have no choice but to become Det. Tutuola’s doppelganger. It can be hard to tell exactly when my hair crosses that line, but it’s basically cleaning it up from this:
I’ve mentioned before that I put off haircuts forever. I’ve had enough curly football helmet hairdos to last a lifetime, and I’m always scared. But I seem to be getting over this. This time it only took me 10 months to go get my hair cut! But this is how bad I am: I sat down in the chair, and when my stylist asked me what we were doing with my hair today I had no idea. I went, “Um…shorter?” I was completely unprepared! Usually it’s been so long since my hair’s been cut that stylists scoop me up and take the lead, chopping off hair until it looks presentable again. So I had no plan today…I just assumed she’d cut until she was done. So we discussed my volume issues (pyramid hair), my need to pull it back, my complete lack of time on school mornings. She carved some layers into it and left most of the length, and it’s very fun. But I was so surprised with myself. I normally would fall at the feet of a stylist who doesn’t want to get rid of the length, but I actually went in there hoping she’d chop it off to my ears or something. It reaches a length where I can no longer deal with it, and I start to wear Det. Finn Tutuola Hair, as it’s now come to be known in the Reeve household. Then I want it chopped. So this new frontier of length…with layers and no pyramid…I’m still processing that such magic is possible. Here are some photos.
Today, after a rescheduling due to weather, I am finally going for my first haircut since March 2007. I don’t know why it takes me so long to get my haircut. I actually like the process these days, but because I have such ridiculously curly hair I’ve had some awful cuts in my life. This makes me a tad bit hesitant to jump in that chair. I’ve had Afros, crewcuts, mushroom clouds, hair helmets like James Brown, bad chemical relaxers, and more. But basically since I graduated from college my haircuts have been pretty good. I just can’t get over the mental hurdle of getting them more often. When I went last, my stylist told me she wanted to see me in September so my hair could grow out a little. I don’t think she meant September 2008.