For better or for worse Surprises
Website design By BotEap.comAs the title implies, I married with my eyes wide open, realizing that there might be bumps during our years together, but I also knew that there would be tremendous joy. Usually my husband is kind, attentive and very aware of me and my feelings, but from time to time there is a complete surprise for me. For better or worse, I’m not always sure what my reaction should be. Curiosity? Anger? Astonishment? Calm with a big sigh? All four sharply describe my latest reaction to him.
Website design By BotEap.comOne of my New Years Resolutions is to save money. You know how vacations and credit cards are friends of the soul: I see it; I love you; I buy; I give it away; repeat. While I remain deeply satisfied with the purchases I’ve made for my family, I also realize that care must be taken in the months ahead so that we can rebuild our bank account. My husband and I have always been savers and we like to know that we are ready for any inevitability. So I decided a saving would be having him cut my hair instead of shelling out $45. I had cut before, why not an encore?
Website design By BotEap.comI washed and styled my locks that had grown to a length where I could comfortably create a ponytail or pile it on top of my head in a sleek twist. I’m not sure long hair really flattered me, but I loved the youthful exhilaration of rocking my hair while running or going about my daily chores. “About half an inch,” I stated as I showed the measurement with my thumb and forefinger. “Just a little off the ends,” I continued.
Website design By BotEap.comShoulders wrapped in a towel, he began. “Cut! Cut!” the scissors chimed as she cut and then squeaked, “It’ll grow back.”
Website design By BotEap.comAt this statement, I should have thrown in the towel and run, however, I had faith in his abilities and let him continue. “Snup! Snup” the scissors repeated as it circled my left ear and headed for the rear section. “Snuuuppp! Snuuuppp.” I knew this noise was unlike the sounds of my usual stylist, and I was curious, but confidence washed over me, so I allowed it to circle the back of my neck and slide to my right ear and chin. “Alright!” she exclaimed with an area of pride.
Website design By BotEap.com“Thank you!” I declared as I got ready to shake off the towel and grab a boyfriend. “Oh my!” I yelled while looking at the ground. “That’s not half an inch, that’s 3-4 four inches. What have you done?”
Website design By BotEap.comHe replied, “As I said, it will grow back.”
Website design By BotEap.com“I know,” I muttered knowing it would take three years: my hair doesn’t grow with speed. Tears overwhelmed me as I picked up the tangled wad and tossed it into the trash. Stunned, I uttered: “What were you thinking?”
Website design By BotEap.comI spent the rest of the afternoon in pain and frustration, wondering why and how I had allowed this to happen. Every time I ran my fingers over my skull, I would relive the anguish when my fingers stopped dead. Well, they stopped dead in most places. At the back in particular, I discovered strange remnants of once-long braids. The inability to cut the back of my neck forced me to return again and again to Lynn so she could continue with the finishing touches.
Website design By BotEap.comA long afternoon, frequent glances in the mirror, and a restless night’s sleep finally brought me some calm. After all, what can I do but wait 36 months for the return of a super updo? Saving money is important just as cutting corners can be wise, however my haircut will be saved in an important way for someone else.