WTF?

This little horn stands up and won't go back down. It's like a reverse unicorn. Or Alfalfa. A hairection that's lasted more than four hours and I should therefore contact my doctor immediately.

Reactions/ Awkwardness

So, I may have gotten a couple of my best reactions yet as of late. On Friday, my parents saw me (in person) for the first time since I shaved my head. My dad said I was a G.I. Joe with Real Action Hair. My mom screamed, but that was expected. Later in the evening she slapped me on the back of the head. By then she seemed to have come to terms with it. I also saw a handful of old friends, one of whom, the more she drank, the braver she seemed to think my decision was. From the rest, I got a lot of the compliment I've gotten a lot lately: it suits me. Now, for the best: my mom and I have a friend who recently took off to live in Texas and has been out of the loop as of late. She was on the phone with him and told him what I did and insisted he look at the web site. She told me he got on his computer immediately and spent the next 5 minutes shrieking and laughing so hard that she couldn't understand anything he said. At long last, he was able to choke out: "I SPIT ALL OVER MY SCREEN!" And then laughed some more. So, this next picture is for (and of) you, Troy:

I blurred out the (relatively) innocent in the picture to protect their identity.

Now for the awkwardness: somehow my hair has already grown enough to be at a really awkward stage. It is sticking out EVERYWHERE. I actually have to brush it now. I didn't expect this so early. I'm kicking myself for not taking a picture of my wake-up this morning: I had devil horns. It's strange, strange stuff.

But I still love it. :)

Le Pictures!

All right, my demanding darlings, I just stood in front of the mirror for a good ten minutes trying to get good pictures for you. And this on a day when I'm just feeling generally homely about being bald. All for you. (Imagine me striking a martyred starlet pose right now, left hand draped over my forehead, right clutched to my breast.)

Not clutching my breast, pervoids. Clutched to.

Anyhow, I've got a picture of me sans wig in all my fuzzy glory, one of my pink wig and one of my "professional" wig. Oh, and I've included a hat picture because it cracks me up every time I look at it. And you all know how I love to make myself laugh. The final picture is just some of the fun afforded by my wearing a wig. :) Finally, ignore the fact that in most of the pictures (the ones taken today) I'm wearing my ridiculous fake eyelashes. I needed a little fabulousness today.

I don't know why I look so mug-shotty in this one.

Finally!

Hello again, friends! Sorry for the unexpected radio silence. All is well: just busy. :)

Well, as most of you already know, I bit the bullet. I went ahead and shaved my head. Basically, it came down to a matter of anticipation. It was killing me. I was staying up at night thinking about it. It’s in my nature to get obsessive and I definitely did on this issue. Beyond that, I was just running out of things to say. I thought a month would be a good period of reflection and preparation, but it turns out that’s a REALLY long time. I would have started repeating myself and blah, blah, blah. So: I cut it off. Richard was away on business and I was bored, so I grabbed some scissors and snipped away. When he got back home, he did the actual shaving for me. No way was I doing that on my own.

As promised, I do have videos! I don’t have anything of the actual haircutting. Just the shaving. There are two videos: the first is the initial shaving. The second is when we decided we needed to go shorter. And, seriously : don’t feel like you need to watch the entire things. Unless you want to watch me make idle chit-chat for about ten minutes, you get the hair cutting idea pretty much in the first few seconds.

Okay, so the screen shots alone crack me up. I always knew I had a lot of facial expressions (seriously: I'm 26 with deep-set wrinkles), but watching this killed me. YouTube does a thing when uploading a video where it shows a row of stills of whatever it's uploading at the time. I captured the following screen shot from one of these rows because it made me laugh:

Oh. And I feel I should address the eyelashes issue. I like wearing gaudy fake eyelashes on occasion. It's a fabulosity thing. Once my head was shaved all the way, Richard looked at me and said, "The eyelashes might be too much now". And he was definitely right. I looked like a de-wigged drag queen. Which is fine. Except I'm not.