Mirror, mirror on the wall — what’s the youngest haircut of them all?
“Mommy, you look young,” said my smiling 8 year old sticking his head over the car seat.
“I do?”
I knew getting my hair chopped was the right thing.
“Yeah, without your glasses you look about 24.”
“Twenty four? Do I really, my most favorite child of the moment?”
“Yeah — well, you look 24 with wrinkly skin.”
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Every child said my hair looked good.
My husband said he liked it too — but he’d better since he was the one who’s been mercilessly lobbying that I cut it for weeks.
“You look more professional. Like a writer,” was his comment.
“What did I look like before?”
I will refrain from his exact wording but the image that came to mind was of a female Ernest Hemingway who had stumbled down the aisle way too many times.
Which I thought an accurate portrait of the angst-riden, gut-wrenching novelist that I am. (Well, without the novelist part.)
So 24? At 24, I was just finishing graduate school and realizing I didn’t want to practice law.
The farthest I’d run in my life was about four miles.
I was with my Johnny and my hair probably was the length that it is right now.
I might go shorter next time.
What about you? Long, short or are you like me — just depends on the mood?
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The back looks great! Late last year I cut my hair short. My husband liked it, but my youngest son wanted me to grow it back quickly. Thankfully, my youngest son has gotten use to the short hair, because I like it. I don’t anticipate going long again. Though … never say never.