This always happens; my hair gets long and I get antsy. I roll over in the night and it’s tucked into my bra, pulling on itself and waking me up. It takes longer and longer to style. The ends are so old and dry, but really who wants to get a trim every six weeks? I want to have beautiful flowing locks, but I don’t really care to do the maintenance.
Most of my friends have super short, pixie-ish, boyish cuts, and they look gorgeous. I imagine that with my new haircut, I could look like Tinkerbell! You know, something along the lines of:
But the thing is, I don’t have this girl’s youth, bone structure, metabolism, makeup artist, or director of photography. And something tells me these factors are working in concert to make this lady look as pretty as she does. Still, seeing adorable pictures like this reinforces my belief that short blonde hair could look that good on me too!
My fear is that without the natural beauty and perfectly symmetrical face, I’d actually look more like this:
Not that I don’t love Phillip Seymour Hoffman, but I don’t want to see him staring back at me every night while I brush my teeth.