I slid into the chair and looked up a little defiantly.
"I'm ready," I said.
She met my gaze in the mirror, looked me over well, and slowly smiled.
"You know what?," she answered. "You finally are. Let's do it."
And we did. Wednesday I chopped off all my hair.
My hairdresser - who is also a very good friend - runs a tight ship. I had mentioned wanting to cut my hair months ago and she had shot me down immediately.
"No," she said firmly. "You're not ready. There's too much going on"
But now? My down to the middle of my back Roseanne Roseanna Danna ringlets turned into a really cute, funky shag. The blonde highlights got amped up and the red highlights got deeper. My curls got flat ironed and I felt like a million bucks when I sashayed out of the salon. The response at work was gratifying, to say the least.
Today I went out and bought a bunch of shirts. Really cute, in style at the moment, appropriate enough for my advanced age shirts. Shirts that are a little out of my comfort zone, a lot more pow than I've gone for in a long time. My buddy Stacey, checking them out in my laundry room during Chick Flick night, said "Wow, hon (that's the Baltimore girl in her), those are some seriously girly shirts."
I bought more clothes today than I've bought in the last two years combined. I don't know what came over me. But I liked it. A lot.
And you know what? I'm going back to the sale tomorrow. I need to buy school clothes for the boys, but more importantly I need new undies. Lots of them.
What in the world is happening to me?