Give me some hairTuesday, April 13, 2010
Second City Baby
My least favorite part of post-pregnancy aftermath is definitely the loss of hair. You know, the clumps that gather in the shower drain, the strands that fall out like crazy when blow-drying and brushing. And, the worst culprits: those little bang thingys that grow in to replace the strands that have fallen out like crazy when blow-drying and brushing.
I knew things were getting bad for my hair, but I didn't realize how bad until I visited my beloved hairdresser, Manolis (he's so cool he goes by one name), and he was like, "OMG your hair looks really weird." I took weird for looking like [insert expletive here], but was grateful he used the word "weird" instead.
I mean, I had to agree. My pregnancy 'do of soft layers around the face with longer layers in back just looked stringy now that everything but the gray hairs had fallen out.
Yes, post-partum is that glamorous.
However, because he is a hairdresser g-d and I'm a willing subject, we came up with a plan of attack. Chop it off. I've done this before, as some of you know. I'm not scared of a good haircut. So, we cut off what I thought was at least 6 inches, but what everyone else and their mother assured me was way less than that. The result?
Me, circa stringy hair day.
Me, in my post-partum glory.
I say, when in doubt, remove all evidence of your formerly luxurious pregnancy locks. What say you?
Cross-posted at Self-Made Mom