New Hairstyle

I went to have a new hair cut last week. I have been wanting to have a shorter hair, guess I was tired of the old. Despite of my several attempts, my hairstylist did not seem keen to cut my hair too short, but with slight trims here and there on all my past visits. Not that I did not like the last style, it was so manageable, I don’t even need to comb my hair and it already looked combed, no fuss at all, just that I was tired, that’s all.

Not sure if you would feel the same way I do, I tend to have “butterflies in my stomach” whenever I go to the hair saloon, a bit like going to the dentist, but not as bad. The latter is that you are not sure what the dentist would suggest, the former is that you are never quite sure how you would look like after the experience. And therefore I always prefer to go the hair saloon during the weekend to allow myself some time to adjust to the “new look” before I see anyone familiar.

Yet this time, I have decided to go for a haircut, determined to cut my hair short, and on a Thursday night due to all the activities during the weekend, etc. But of course, this trip to the hair saloon must be preceded with a prayer to God, that He will guide the hands of the stylist and do the job correctly, my silent prayer always.

The above is just an illustration of what happened to my slightly longer than shoulder length hair, to now a length below the ear and above the shoulder. It was totally different from the last hairstyle, now with almost straight line trim, with layers hidden behind to thin the effect of too bouncy a hair. And on top of that, I got a new fringe, as a result of my asking the hairstylist, “Can I change my hair parting?” Guess most of you would know that it is actually good to change our parting once in a while to allow the hair in that area to grow properly. Since my parting has been with me for years, it is time to “part”. And due to the stubborn nature of the parting, he suggested I can try a fringe this time round, as this helps to change parting easier.

The funny episode of the whole event was, now I looked like I am in my secondary school hairstyle, minus the school uniform and the “natural” eye shadow… I am still in the process of getting used to it even after 4 days. Sigh. But I must believe that my Papa God has already guided the hairstylist’s hands. To think that I have paid for a hairstyle that I got more than 10 years ago, at perhaps triple or more so the price in the past? Hmmm, selah, a point to ponder on.

The only good thing is that people said I look younger, whatever that means… The next time I go to the saloon perhaps in 3 months down the road, I would definitely ask him to give me the fuzzy layered finish again, no more the one straight edge type…. Meanwhile I am learning to like the hairstyle… grace grace… (p.s. apparently this is supposed to be the “in” style now, straight trim, guess it is back to retro again!)