Short Hair

It all started the day Ricca returned from Beijing. We were lying on her surprisingly comfortable air mattress discussing everything from the Great Wall of China to knock-off Gucci bags, when we stumbled upon the topic of hair. Next thing you knew we were rummaging through old magazines in search of the perfect cut. It didn’t take long before I stumbled upon a picture of Rihanna in an old issue of US Magazine. I quickly became obsessed. I was tempted to make an appointment ASAP in order to get it cut before I changed my mind but the fear of regret was far too vast to ignore so I decided to let the idea of short hair marinate. I spent the next two weeks trying to envision myself with Rihanna’s hair. I told everyone who would listen about my plans to drastically shorten the lengths of my long locks but rather than try to detour me, my friends and family encouraged me to do it. So… I did it!

As soon as I walked into the salon I was consumed by a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I took out the Rihanna picture and showed my stylist. “I can easily be talked out of this!” I told her secretly hoping that she would advice me against it. She didn’t. Less than an hour later my cut was complete so I stepped out of the chair and over the lifeless long brown strands of hair that had so solemnly come to rest on the salon floor.

Yep, I now have short hair!