Just call me Samson.
Okay, maybe that's not quite accurate. That makes me sound like one of those girls who go on What Not to Wear and have three feet of long hair and freak out when Nick wants to cut it off. My hair has never been that long, and hasn't really been long at all for more than ten years.
Still, I love my hair and changing it at all has been a big decision for me. But I've been toying with the idea for months now, and a few weeks ago I was at my hairdresser's when I saw someone leave with an inverted bob. After consulting with my stylist, my secretary, several people at work, and analyzing pictures of Jenny McCarthy* on the internet, I decided to take the plunge.
My only qualm about my sleek new hair is the loss of my ponytail. Can I really run without the tail flowing out my cap behind me? Tomorrow will be the test.** I just tried on a hat and I think my solution will be to push the hair behind my ears and put the hat over it. Perky!
*I don't know what the world has come to, when Jenny McCarthy becomes my icon of style and class.
**The test after that will be whether I am able to dry and style my hair in any reasonable facsimile of the intended style.