The in-between stage
You don’t even have to say it. I already know.
You are desperate for an update on the growth of my hair.
Ever since I cut off my hair over a year ago, I have been longing for it to grow out. I have patiently not so patiently endured the days, the weeks, the months of the “in-between stage,” feeling dowdy and frumpy. I have kept you up to date with the growth progress – all I can say is, lucky you. It is now long enough to put in a ponytail without bobby pins, to French braid, to even do a fancy side knot thing when the occasion calls for it.
But I have a haircut appointment today during my lunch hour. And – so help me – I am THIS CLOSE to chopping it again. People, I do not have the PATIENCE for the in-between stage. I remember back to this stage, and think, “That was cute!” even though we all know that at that point, I sure didn’t feel like it was cute.
But right now, my hair is an unruly mane of mediocrity. It’s kudzu-gone-crazy.
I’m stuck. I know that if I cut it off again, I’ll be starting back at the top of the downward helix of discontent. If I just get a trim, and let it keep growing, I’ll continue being drab for a few months – but then again, maybe by the end of the summer, I’ll have flowing locks like Liv Tyler.
What should I do?
You have until noon, central time, to weigh in on the matter. But then, it’s the moment of truth.