By the time this post is published I will have been to the hairdresser.  Not for a trim or a root touch up but for a whole new look.  I don't know if it's because I'm days away from turning sixty. I could be in some pre Senior Citizen crisis.  I just feel like it's time for a new look which for me is going back to an old one.

Six years ago when I found out my Son was getting married in the next year, I decided my Mother of the Groom look would include my hair being in a French Twist.  Problem with that my hair was the cross between a Dorothy Hamill and Peter Pan look at the time.  Needless to say on his wedding day I couldn't even put my hair in a ponytail but it had grown out more than it had in decades.

Most of my adult life I had worn the pixie cut and at fifty four I decided I was going to live through growing my hair out to wear a ponytail.  What helped is that the woman who had given me that cut for all those years had to give up her profession.  She had been my hairdresser even when we lived a four hour drive from her shop.  The times when I couldn't get to her in a timely manner did my hair ever grow out.

So with Ginger gone I had no choice than to let my hair grow.  Trusting someone to shear a year's growth was something not to be taken lightly.  With the help of Chi Straightener I finally got my ponytail a few months after the wedding.  I found another lovely woman who trims or cuts a couple of inches off it every eight weeks.  I saw Ginger every four.

I am totally confident that my current hairdresser can give me a nice cut.  It has crossed my mind that for this one I should visit "Fernando" at the most expensive salon in town.  After all I'm turning sixty.  I wouldn't do that as a short cut means that I would have to see him every four weeks at a $100 a pop.  I would enjoy the glamour of the salon and the interesting people I could see each time.  All with hairstyles I wouldn't even consider.

If I decide to go through with his my current hairdresser will do it.  She's my friend and I will enjoy seeing her every four weeks to keep this up.  At this point in my life I worry that if I start seeing her every four weeks will it just be a matter of time that I will be with her weekly for a wash and fluff.  That kind of scares me.

I have enjoyed these past five years with a ponytail.  I've put my hair in that coveted twist and even sported some braids.  Things I hadn't done since I was twenty five.  If I spend forty minutes drying, brushing and straightening it looks good for a couple of hours until I start searching for the elastic to make my ponytail.  On the days I don't want to go to all the trouble, I let it dry naturally and put it in a ponytail.

It has been great but, I think I'm ready for a change.  I've never been one to have a knack for curling or fluffing my hair.  I certainly don't have the aptitude to be a hairdresser.  My hair never looked like Farrah's.  It just wasn't in the cards.  By the time the Rachel came along I was older and wise enough to know my hair wouldn't do this either. So I played it safe with my agreeable pixie.

As I zoom in to the big 60 I wonder if I want recapture my youth with such a radical change or I'm just tired of my bathroom being littered with what is rapidly falling out of my ponytail.  I'm tired of my brush looking like a blonde Chia Pet after a couple of days.  As most women over 50 will tell you that along with their bodies taking a new life of their own, their hair changes too. Not that mine was ever so great to begin with.

The haircut I'm thinking of is the one Kaley Cuoco is now sporting.  With that cut Penny went from being the sometimes slutty dressed to a classy sales rep.  I do realize that Kaley is the same age as my oldest child and to emulate her current style might be a bit pathetic on my part.  I don't feel it would be quite as bad as going to Victoria's Secret, purchasing sweat pants with the word Juicy across the butt.  I do wonder if choosing a style of someone half my age might be a mistake.

Today is Monday, my appointment is Thursday.  In the week since I've made it my mind has changed each day.  Today I'm on team Kaley, tomorrow I will no doubt love my ponytail.  I wonder how I will feel when I pull into my friend's driveway?  Will I chicken out?  Will I be bold and turn sixty with a new look?  The jury is still out on me ditching the ponytail.


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Dec. 4, 2014 at 9:08 PM

Hope it all went well!

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