Friday, March 2, 2012

Hair Flipping

I have been known to glare at Hair Flippers all steely eyed and lemony mouthed.  I'm not sure what about the hair flipping thing irritates me so much.  But, it does.

I am not nor have I ever been a hair flipper.

At least, that's what I thought until approximately 7 1/2 minutes ago.

I was sitting here, going to write a post about something completely different and then it happened...

I flipped.  Or, at least, I tried to.

Because today, I did this:
Two of my four 9" ponytails
I cut my hair in order to donate it.  I do it about every 1 1/2-2 years depending on how I feel in the between time and how often I get it cut.

I am now sporting a fancy, yet very respectable (and cute), bob.  It's my go-to "Donation 'Do".

Like so:
Victoria Beckham
Of course I look nothing like Mrs. Beckham but, you get the idea.

Anyway, you see the long bits? The front part?

Yeah, well, I tried to fling it over my shoulder when I dipped my head down to look at the Coke I had dribbled on the front of my shirt.  I stopped in mid-flip horrified by what I was doing.

I am going to blame it on the fact that had I had my normally long hair it would've been in a ponytail or bun or something and .... well, dammit, I'd have never flipped.

So to the Occasional-Get-My-Hair-Outta'-My-Face-Quick-I-Need-To-Look-Down type of Hair Flippers, to you, I apologize for my snobbery.

To the Cutesy-Oh-My-Gosh-Look-At-Me!-Flip-Flip-Toss type of Hair Flippers?  I give you all my best steely-eyed and lemony mouthed glare.

Now that I've whined, I've got to go find a scarf.  My neck is cold.