lopping locks.

"hair style is the final tip-off whether or not a woman really knows herself."

- hubert de givenchy

hmmm...i wonder what ol' hubert would say about me...

because according to him

and my ever changing locks

i don't have a clue as to who i am...

huh.

maybe he's not far off.

i am genetically prone to changing my hair on a whim.

have you met my mother?

perms.

color.

short.

shorter.

longer.

have you met my sister?

platinum blonde.

ruby red.

bangs.

no bangs.

(at one point, her hair was three different colors - platinum blonde, black and orange.

she would argue red

but

it was orange).

so you see

it's a matter of simple genetics.

for sometime now, i have been working with a 'longer' hair style.

long for me, anyway.

there was the 'sprout' look in high school

the all over 'spike' in college.

since then, i've let it grow out

and cut it off several times.

it's been brown.

it's been red.

it's been highlighted with blonde.

i even had artificial curls shortly after moving home.

and so it was

that when we decided to venture to hawaii

i was determined to have a 'girl's' haircut

something that i could easily let blow in the wind

as we traveled up the coastline

in search of beaches.

i then decided it best to keep

my chin length hair

so that when i wore my baseball cap running

i did not look like a teenage boy

going through an awkward pubescent phase.

finally, after shearing off the back

i decided i needed to keep it long(er)

so that i could toss my mane

back

and

forth

to the melodies strummed

by the south african man

whom i adore.

now that summer is behind me

with all of it's adventures and music

i have decided it is far past time

for a change.

i'm thinking this.

stand by...

the next week could bring a new look...

go well.