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This seems like a bit of excessive head-gear, a little over the top.

Can’t anyone be subtle anymore?

When my parents renewed their vows, I gave a hairdresser carte blanche to create something sexy and “different” with my long hair. I relinquished control — something I generally avoid — and let her use her judgement. We hadn’t ever met, so, it is clinically interesting that I trusted a complete stranger.

Two painful hours later I walked out of the salon with rows of tiny crimped braids stuck to my head. I still recall my fiance’s look of quiet apprehension when he picked me up.

You  might wonder why I let her continue styling my hair into something I didn’t like (and hurt.) I did it because I kept hoping the result would be pretty, and because I wanted to get out of my comfort zone. Besides, I didn’t want to second guess the hairdresser. I didn’t know how to tell her to stop — especially after telling her I was taking a leap of faith by trying something different.

That was nearly ten years ago. I still have trouble speaking up, even when things are a little over the top. I’ll sit out in the pasture and bear the weight. Better not to speak up and make a mess of things.

That’s what I was taught to do.

July 14, 2010

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