What I love about my blog is that I create space to talk about the things that matter deeply to me. True and meaningful thing. Things that make a difference in how I interact with the universe.
My hair, for example.
So, if you happened to be interested in, say, witty stories about libraries far and wide, large and small, and the goings-on of said, you’d probably be reading Librarian.net (puttin’ the ‘rarin back in Librarian since 1999). And if you logged on today hoping I’d talk more about libraries, I’m going to direct you to librarian.net where you can actually read about libraries. Today, it’s about my hair.
My hair maxed out two and a half years ago when I graduated from library school.
Photo by XandraByDesign
I went and got a bunch of pictures taken at this stage of my hair development with Stonetree. I am so glad I got those pictures. For the rest of my life I can look back and say, “Not only am I a sexy librarian but my hair f*ckin’ rocked when I was 34.” Plus, I had almost 50 “Librarian” magnets of me in one of these poses made up and I passed them out liberally so now a new person will meet me – like a cousin’s new boyfriend – and he’s like, “Oh, you’re the librarian on my fridge.” I am the magnet that is me. Ponder that for a 7 word memoir.
About a year after the above pic, I went into a low-cost hair place and asked her just to trim the unhealthy part. She cut off about 5 inches. I walked around and as I walked my hair was so short it would swing in front of my shoulders. I was dumbstruck.
I did the whole cut-it-all-off business in college once. My hair was some unspecified medium type length – long enough to put in a ponytail and not much else to be said for it. In my sophomore year my girlfriend Seafarer and I went to the local wash-and-cut (blow drys an extra 50 cents and I usually skipped them). I got my hair cut quite short, as in above my ears kinda close to my head short. I wasn’t exactly going for the butch look but my roommate was literally horrified. “Did you do this to her?” she demanded of Seafarer. The roommate moved out shortly later, her father roaring to the housing department that I was patently unsuitable. I hope she is well… wherever she is… she always took such good care of her hair.
In any case, my hair has not recovered. Not yet. Every time I go to get it cut now I say, “Longer, Maggie, I want it longer.”
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