Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
-- Romeo and Juliet: II, iv
June 23, 2006
I know it's time to visit my hair stylist when my comb instigates guerilla warfare on my lovely brunette locks. The comb puts up a fight, dangling precariously from my snarled mane and then suddenly launching into an all-out attack, wrenching hairs from their innocent follicles and then lobbing my forlorn tresses toward the wastebasket.
Or so it seems.
I am in the honeymoon phase of training for a triathlon, and as such have gone swimming twice this week (a modern miracle). Already I can swim the length of the race requirement, but I won't tell you the requirement because I want you to imagine me swimming very, very long distances. While you're at it, go ahead and imagine me with me with no blemishes or flaws, and, umm - I'm perfect, too. Just ask my husband, Roger.
Okay, seriously? Don't ask Roger.
This past Wednesday I had an appointment with my stylist, Kris: the first since November. I know I probably shouldn't wait so long between appointments, but I've been busy with things. Such as watching TV. And sleeping. And sometimes I cook and eat and work, too. See? No time for hair appointments and scissors and other such accoutrements necessary for chopping and chopping and FREAK OUT, ARE YOU STILL CHOPPING?
When I first arrived for the appointment, Kris asked me what I wanted done.
My eyes grew large and I turned to Kris with a dramatic look on my face: "Kris. My hair. It's so-o-o-o-o-o-o uncooperative. IT WON'T EVEN FIT INSIDE MY SWIM CAP."
And then the scything began. He cut me and sheared me - not me, but my hair. How weird if he actually cut me? - and while doing so we discussed his love life (or lack thereof) and pottery classes and how difficult it is to go out on the town when you're single, because who wants to sit at a bar, or at a restaurant, all by (her)himself?
We talked about depression and kayaking and that time I found a tick in my hair, sucking my brain, and kayaking currently seems like the better option to hiking, because at least when you're kayaking you can SEE a snake coming toward you, and you can either paddle faster or strike it with your oar. When you're hiking, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE TICKS ARE HIDING. Much less the snakes and black widow spiders.
And then my appointment was over much too soon, and after I got home I stood in the bathroom admiring how weightless and healthy my hair seems. Kris really doesn't style my hair the way I do, which is why this is the only time you'll see me with a feathered look from the 80s.
Comments
Can I just say I think it's way awesome that you took pictures of yourself getting your hair cut? :)
And I like the after picture!
Posted by: my life is brilliant | June 23, 2006 10:01 AM
Isn't it something how the stylists can get your hair all fabulous, like it's not even your hair anymore? And then they tell you how to recreate it, but when you do it yourself after that, it's just your same old hair? At least, that's how it is for me. I just got mine cut last week by someone new and especially fabulous, and I pranced around SoHo afterward like I was the new It Girl. The next day, I washed and dried it and used the New Product she told me about, and...same old hair.
Sigh.
You look great, though!
Posted by: Lawyerish | June 23, 2006 10:05 AM
How weird if he actually sheared you? ... like a sheep. And if you want to shave some serious time off of your triathlon, you could shave your head...
What? If you are going to compete, you might as well go all the way. RIGHT?
Posted by: ben | June 23, 2006 10:49 AM
Adorable. I love it. I love the 80s too, so no biggie.
Posted by: Emily | June 23, 2006 11:11 AM
BTW... I am still inside the box? What's up with that. ;)
Posted by: ben | June 23, 2006 11:29 AM
That reminds me I have a hair appt next Monday. But Im trying to grow mine out, need some length for the hairstyle I want for the wedding....and I kind of miss my long hair- not the long it was before I cut it all off, but longish.
Posted by: sara | June 23, 2006 12:01 PM
SO freakin' hilarious. "...and that time I found a tick in my hair, sucking my brain". See, you're hilarious, because you SAY many of the same things that I think. You're way too funny Jess.
And the pictures are great. GREAT!! hehehe
Thanks for the laugh- good stuff!
Posted by: Stephanie | June 23, 2006 12:28 PM
Wheee I saw Jes just post-haitcut, when I met her at the grocery store to wander the aisles in search of chocolate syrup and hang out, because that is the state of our friendship - meeting in grocery stores. *SIGH* and yet perfectly US.
OH and Jes, when you run/swim/bike your tri-athalon will you taper? I remember a friend in college who swam and she would go weeks on end without shaving (ANYTHING) and then have a big shaving party with her team. So I guess you could shave your head right before the tri to cut down on drag and wind resistance.
Posted by: Katie | June 23, 2006 01:51 PM
I love the look on your face. It says, "Hey you... Sexy... yeah YOU. Hottttt chica! Woot!"
Posted by: Jayleigh | June 23, 2006 08:42 PM
You have beautiful hair and I think it always looks good. The picture above definitely doesn't look like your normal style, but your hair is still beautiful.
Posted by: eddo | June 24, 2006 12:00 PM
I love the hair-cutting pics, too, and you do have gorgeous hair!
Posted by: Maggie | June 25, 2006 01:00 AM
You are hot! H-O-T!
Although the first picture slightly reminds me of that scary movie with the woman with the large eyebrows, jennifer connelly, and the water leaking through her ceiling and a scary girl with dark wet dripping hair haunting her and eventually stealing her life or maybe her daughter. Even though you aren't necessarily scary, only the dark wet hair reminds me of that.
But you, you are hot! And have perfectly curly hair so I envy you.
Posted by: girl from florida | June 25, 2006 02:47 PM
Hey! If you are training, the maybe we could start running together in the mornings. I don't really run so much as put on my workout clothes and then talk about running, but in theory, I am going to start running. I will not be competing in a triathlon, however, because the idea of putting on shoes and then biking right after swimming is just icky and makes me uncomfortable, because no matter how vigorously you towelled yourself off, you would still be damp, and that's just gross. So the whole time, I'd be thinking "my feet are still wet, I'm going to get trench foot," even though I know that really I'm not, but maybe I'd get some sort of fungus, you know?
Anyway, point is, I'm considering running, so if you need an a.m. running partner, I would think about doing that.
Posted by: jlr | June 26, 2006 11:04 AM
I love that you took pictures of yourself getting a haircut. But what? No shampooing pictures? That's the best part! The combing through of the conditioner. sigh.
Yea! JLR wants to go run! Make sure it's in the morning, she doesn't like to sweat!
Posted by: AmStaff Mom | June 27, 2006 11:04 AM
Amstaff: I don't like to sweat, but I don't mind doing it IF (a) it's of limited duration, and (b) I can shower immediately afterwards. So I'm ok with exercising! I mean, I'm lazy, so there's that, but it's not the sweating thing that keeps me from exercising. Unless I'd be forced to go somewhere before taking a shower. Then it's totally the sweating thing. But morning is better (because less sweating is preferable and also I don't like to be hot).
Posted by: JLR | June 27, 2006 03:50 PM