Risky Business

Sorry, ladies, you are not about to see pictures of Tom Cruise dancing in his underwear and a white shirt. What a great movie--every kid should operate a prostitution ring in their own house, but I digress. This risky business has to do with my hair. If you know me well, you know that I like to change my hair. I get some sort of rush from walking into the salon looking one way and coming out totally different. My hair has been every color of the rainbow from bleach blond to dark, dark brown and even red--much to the chagrin of my husband and father! Sometimes I'll play with the length. It's nothing for me to go in and chop 6 inches off my hair without much forethought. But the overall style or cut of my hair has remained pretty similar--very simple and easy to style.
And so, when I went to Lewisburg to get my hair done on Thursday, I knew it was time for change. I had to try out a new girl this time since my former hair dresser decided to stay home with her children--I'm really happy for her, I promise! Anyway, I told her I was sick of my hair being so long and heavy, and that I needed a change. Well, she delivered! She chopped off at least 5 inches of hair and gave me some really cool swoosh-across-my-forehead bangs. I felt so in style as I left the salon! I got to my mom's house, and she and my sister raved about how much they liked my hair. Even David liked it. Whew, I thought. Another hair risk successfully completed--until this morning.
You see, the risky part of this haircut is that I veered from my usual hair CUT and stumbled into an actual hair STYLE. Again, those of you who know me well can tell where this is heading. I am not one for hair maintenance or styling tools and gels. Just let me blow it dry a little and I'm set. I could set world records for fastest woman to get herself ready to go. But not with a hair STYLE. The problem with a hair STYLE is that you have to fix it every day. Yikes, why didn't someone warn me? So, to make a very long, and slightly pointless, story short, I am having a little bit of difficulty learning how to maintain an actual STYLE. So, wish me luck as I've already burned myself once with the flat iron (yes, it's possible, so stop laughing at me!). And no, I'm not brave enough to post a picture of it yet, but maybe later--depends on how these swooshy bangs are looking.