Mom•Logic's editor-in-chief Sabrina says: I went in expecting a trim, but came out of the salon a whole new Mom.
Ever get persuaded while in the chair to "go for" a new look? Hairstylists kind of woo you, right? "Can I get you a water?" Why yes, thank you. "Little neck massage?" MMMmmmm. "How was your day?"
It's like the attention never ends! And he listens to how my day was! I feel like I'm cheating. Then, out of nowhere, he drops a bomb: "We need to talk."
I sit up straighter ... could he be breaking up with me? No!
"And I was thinking..." he adds, "We could go a little shorter." Shorter? "Because it is getting warmer out..." Okay, I'm listening... "And change is good..." Okay, I'm not buying it... he's going to give me the dreaded mom cut! "No way," I'm about to say, when he adds: "I'm thinking this will be a younger cut."
Hmmm. I hate how excited I am at this idea... is this how it starts? Is it a slippery slope from eye cream (new ritual) to green drinks and now "younger" haircut? What the heck? I tuck my chin and let him take off two inches (that's me, pictured above. The girl with the long hair is a model).
Indeed I do feel lighter... braver ... and maybe that means younger, too. It's just the first time I ever thought of it that way. How about you?