So I realized recently that I get a Ten Year Itch. For some people it's moving to a new home, for others it's getting a new spouse. For me, it's chopping my hair off like a guy.
For the most part, I've always had long hair, except for that one time in elementary school when I had a Beatle's haircut. This is a picture of the growing out stage of that haircut...
Then when I was 19, my family was moving to Tokyo and something about that change made me a different person. My permed 90's hair wasn't me anymore. So I chopped it all off, like a boy. And then I cried because I looked like a boy. Then when I was done crying, I loved it.
Sadly, I didn't bring those pictures to The Swamp with me, they're packed away in storage, far far away.
But I quickly grew that pixie cut out, and enjoyed long, shiny, straight hair for a while, before starting a rotation of long hair and chin-length bobs. BUT...
When I was 29 I was way pregnant with Ashley, and I got the itch. I didn't realize at the time it was a 10-year-itch, but I know better now. Nevertheless, I chopped it all off again.
As time went on, my hair began to age (what?!). It wasn't naturally shiny and smooth anymore. It had kinks and frizzes and curls in odd places, and I had to work hard to make it look right, so my long hair became shoulder-length. And chin-length. And ear-length.
Lately I've been craving super-short hair again, and I realized the other day, it's exactly the 10-year-itch mark. I'm 39. Time for the hair to go. But now my face isn't young and smooth and skinny anymore. It's middle-aged and chubby-ish. And I'm not sure I can pull it off anymore. So I tried fake hair on taaz.com to see how I felt about it. Here's me with V's Morena Baccarin hair:
So, that 10-year-itch...do I scratch it? Not quite sure.