I wrote this morning that I would post about the Mattson family haircuts and I thought I'd better do it now! I want to keep my blog promises and whenever I look back through old posts I realize... remember... that I never do. For example, have you seen my apartment yet? No, you have not. I think we've lived here awhile too. But don't worry, that project is in the works - though it's hard to take pictures without the sun. I'm not making any promises!
Anyway, here's what happened when I got snippy recently. I started with Tom and then got jealous. But I'll start with my pictures since Tom's is the big reveal.
I've decided (many, many times) that I just can't deal with my hair. Short hair means less hair, less shwhoopties, less kinks, less curling (or whatever), less time in the morning (or whenever); less everything! It also means less curls, but I can deal with that as my hair is only nicely curly once in a blue moon. I saw a picture of one such event just today and I didn't have even a twinge of regret about hacking it all off!
Don't I look happy? Aside from the fact that I am trying to take a picture of myself and it's hard to look happy under such conditions.
Whenever I attempt the non-mirror, holding the camera at arms length method some part of me (usually my nose) looks really out of proportion and upsets me. This is my new hair untouched. Just rolled out of bed, waited for it to settle down a bit (I have mass volume), ran my fingers through it and that's about all I can do.
Not too shabby, eh? I managed to not only cut the back pretty dang short but to thin it out too (there's a lot of hair back there!) which I didn't think was possible... it is possible.
So, I may never go to a professional again. Or have long hair again. I guess we'll see.
We'll also see if I keep my bangs this banging. I thought, "I can always cut more later." And I can.
Now. This is Tom before:
We hadn't cut his hair in over 2 years. The last real haircut I gave him was for our wedding. I've only trimmed it since but probably not in over a year, at least. It was really long, well down his back. I loved the long-hair look but hated the long-hair tangles and complaints that came from Tom wrecking it daily. He has the most silky, beautiful hair naturally. Ho hum.
Fortunately, Tom is a beautiful man and looks exceptional in all styles.
Like this one:
There you go!
Pretty crazy, huh? It took me awhile to get used to this. I mean, my boyfriend had short hair, sure; my fiancée, the man I married. But my HUSBAND, he had long hair! As long as I can remember anyway. But, the man I fell in love with had short hair and has short hair and is just so unbelievably cute and good-looking.
He looks a lot younger. Isn't that funny? He didn't shave his beard, or even trim it. It was all in the hair, apparently. He 26.
2 comments:
Wow, that's impressive that you cut Tom's hair and your own. I cannot cut hair.
I must say, I kind of miss the role reversal of you with short hair and your husband with long hair. It was a good lesson to Kate, who had the impression that only women have long hair and only men have short hair. You two were stereotype breakers for her, to teach her that yes, indeed, men can have long hair and women can have short hair.
But I do kind of envy you in that your hair looks so good short. My hair never looked as good as yours does when it was short.
Thanks Jess!
I admit, I kind of miss the role reversal too. Before it had ever happened I used to talk about how much I loved when that happened; I'd say that it was 'nineties' - very alternative, very awesome. It was a dream of mine.
I'm so excited that we could do that for Kate! And don't worry, before I cut Tom's hair I made him promise he would grow it out again someday, and I may never grow my out again!
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