New do!
Photo number one: stressed out mom working fulltime, who hadn't taken the time for a haircut for 10 months...
Photo number two: happy prioritizing BANGS (what do ya think? Haven't had bangs since 6th grade) over supper! Still got home on time to say goodnight to the kids and lay on the floor by their beds until they were sound asleep.
I went to a new hairdresser, like I usually do once a year. Always a new one because I'm never happy when I walk out. Hairdressers are scary. Scarier than dentists. They often yell at me for the cheap shampoo I use, for my split ends or they just don't cut it the way I want it. Or ask too many questions or talk too much.
Cory doesn't understand why I always pay and look happy and then complain when I get home. It's the Swede, scared of confrontations, in a nutshell.
This time I will go back. The hairdresser, Petra (http://www.wellnesskliniken.se/wellnesskliniken.se/Om_oss.html on the bottom left) was professional, kind, and friendly without any of the above mentioned behavior.
When I said that hair is such a paradox, because it's so superficial but still affects deeply how we feel. hair is closely related to personality. And I said, we're lucky to have hair. So many men with beautiful hair have to accept it just falling out. People with cancer have to face it on top of a life threatening diagnosis.
Then she told me that they do a lot of fittings for cancer-patients who need wigs, and many of them have a harder time with the reality of their hair falling out than losing a breast, or maybe even their life.
Gratefulness for health - in you, my family, friends and myself.
Dwelling on that thought today as I'm getting used to my new bangs.
When Denali saw it he touched my bangs and said "Mamma håret - kort!" (Mama's hair short!) and when I asked if he likes it he said "Bra" (Good). Freya liked it too, so I guess it passed their honest eyes...
