I feel terrible admitting this, but I need to tell you that I haven't been completely truthful with you. Not outright lying per se... more like withholding the truth.
Because, you see, I don't really look like this anymore:
Why, you ask?
Well, two weeks ago, I chopped off a good seven inches of my hair. Hair that had looked the same for the last 8 years.
It wasn't a decision I came to lightly. In fact, ever since Christina Applegate was on Samantha Who?, I've had a hair crush on the cute and sassy curly bob. I hemmed and hawed over whether or not to cut my hair like Christina's. In the end, I chickened out, but since then, any time I've seen a celebrity with a cute curly bob, I had a bit of hair envy.
The kicker was when The Avengers came out and Scarlett Johansson (who normally annoys me) TOTALLY kicked butt and looked awesome with her curly bob. I was sold and decided to go for it.
With these three gorgeous inspiration shots in tow,
I headed to my stylist who agreed that it was time for a change. She thought the cut would flatter my face shape and was excited to get to work.
I should tell you that the first time I chickened out was because I ultimately thought the cut and style was too mom-ish. And I swore that even when I became a mom, I did NOT want to succumb to looking like a soccer mom with that "mom chop." (Just as I swore I would NEVER wear holiday themed sweaters with long denim skirts even though I'm a Kindergarten teacher.) Don't get me wrong, I would love to be a soccer mom, I just don't want to look like one. And I know that soccer moms have come a long way (Hello, Victoria Beckham!), but I can't get over the short hair/high-waist pleated pants/minivan-driving image that has been ingrained in my head since the early 90s.
So, I would be lying (again) if I told you I wasn't nervous and worried the entire time I was getting my hair did. And I would be withholding the truth (some more) if I told you I wasn't feeling regret with every snip and that it was as though with every inch I lost, I was taunted with whispers of "soccer mom...soccer mom...soccer mom."
After everything was done and there was no turning back, here's what it looked like:
But, instead of feeling cute and sassy and Black Widow-ish, this what I felt like:
Specifically, like the Rachel Dratch soccer mom. :( Especially because since the cut, it is as though the scales have fallen off my eyes and I see this cut and style everywhere... only on women over 50.
Do you think I should get my mom jeans in acid wash or stone wash?
Oh, and to make matters worse, when I asked CB what he thought, he said just about the worst thing he could. He told me I looked like my mom!!! I gasped and he patted my head and said, "But, it's okay, Mommy. You handsome."
Sigh. Just what I was going for.
I know, I know, it'll grow back. And I know, I'm being melodramatic and delusional about looking like a mom, because the fact is, I am a mom, which, by definition means I am what this mom looks like.
But I still won't touch a minivan with a ten-foot pole.
What are some mom-ish things you've sworn to never do?