It's been over a year and a half since my terrible accident. It was a regular haircut like any other. When the stylist asked if I wanted to try a "creative cut," I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, why not?...Just don't give me a mullet or anything." Twenty minutes later, to my ultimate horror, I looked like this:
I was mortified. It wasn't just a mullet, it was a Mul-let. I got an honorary diploma from the class of 1984 with that thing. Obviously, it could not stay. So, I chopped it all off:
Eek, it was so short! But so much better than the mullet, and it wasn't like I could put the hair back on anyway, so I accepted it...and immediately started growing it out. I've experimented with different short styles as it's grown out, sticking with particular ones for a few months at a time, but these days it pretty much looks like this:
It's been difficult moving on from the accident. Healing is indeed a long, slow process, but lately I've been feeling like I've put the past behind me once and for all. I'm beginning to open myself up to stylists again, to trust my hair in their hands. It hasn't always been easy, but along the way there was always something I could count on to help me through those dark days:
These pretty hairpins definitely saved the day on more than one occasion.
[$7, Starving Artist Bazaar]
