For Better or For Worse Surprises
As the title indicates, I married with eyes wide open and I realized that there might be bumps during our years together, but I also knew that there would be tremendous joy. Usually my husband is kind, attentive, and very aware of me and my feelings, but every occasionally there is a complete surprise for me. For better or for worse, I am not always just sure what my reaction should be. Curiosity? Anger? Stupification? Calm with a large breath? All four of these acutely outline my latest reaction to him.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to save money. You know how the holidays and credit cards are bosom buddies – I see it; I want it; I buy it; I gift it; repeat. While I remain deeply satisfied with the purchases I made for my family, I also realize that care must be exercised in the ensuing months so that I can rebuild our bank account. My husband and I have always been savers and we like to know that we are ready for any inevitability. And so I decided that one savings would be having him trim my hair as opposed to shelling out $45. He had trimmed before so why not an encore?
I washed and combed my locks which had grown to a length where I could comfortably create a pony tail or pile it on top of my head with an elegant twist. I am not sure that long hair really flattered me, but I just loved the juvenile joy of swinging hair as I jogged or attended to daily chores. “About a half-inch,” I declared while exhibiting the measurement with my thumb and index finger. “Just a bit off the ends,” I continued.
Shoulders wrapped in a towel, he began. “Snip! Snip!” chimed the scissors as he clipped then chirped, “It will grow back.”
At this declaration I should have tossed the towel and raced away, however, I had faith in his skills and so I let him continue. “Snup! Snup” echoed the scissors as he rounded my left ear and headed for the back section. “Snuuuppp! Snuuuppp.” I knew this noise did not resemble the sounds of my regular stylist and curiosity aroused me, but trust pervaded and so I permitted him to round the back of my neck and ease toward my right ear and my chin. “Alrighty!” he exclaimed with an aire of pride.
“Thanks!” I declared as I prepared to shake out the towel and grab a groom. “Oh, my!” I yelped as I glanced at the floor. “That’s not a half-inch – that’s 3-4 four inches. What have you done?”
He replied, “Like I said, it will grow back.”
“I know,” I mumbled knowing that will take three years – my hair does not grow with speed. Tears overwhelmed me as I gathered the tangled wad and ejected it into the trash. Stupified I uttered, “What were you thinking?”
I spent the rest of the afternoon in pain and frustration, wondering why and how I had allowed this to happen. Every time I ran my fingers across my skull I relived the anguish as my fingers stopped short. Well, they stopped short in most places. In the back in particular, I discovered odd remnants of formerly long tresses. An inability to cut the back on my own head forced me to return again and again to Lynn so that he could continue his finishing touches.
A long evening, frequent glimpses in the mirror, and a rough night of sleep finally provided me with some calm. After all, what can I do but wait for 36 months for the return of a super up-do. Saving money is important just as cutting corners can be wise, however, the cutting of my hair will be importantly saved for someone else.
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