My Path to a Shaved Head
After another trip to Halo, I was purple and had a bob. It was a great style, but didn't feel like me. My friend, Katie, shaved half of my head, and a few days later, my favorite hair cutter in all the world, Morgan at Stella Salon and Spa, cut me an amazing pompadour. Aside from the white blonde on a good day, the pompadour was my ultimate favorite haircut. The pink/purple (the color depended on the light ha) was still just covering super damaged hair.
A week into the pompadour, I woke up feeling exhausted and stressed about the impending move to Jacksonville, and I got out Matt's beard trimmers. On a Monday morning, I shaved my head alone in my bathroom and couldn't have been happier than if you transplanted my long brown locks back onto my head. I took a shower, rubbed my head, and that was that. Bam. Ready.
There is nothing more refreshing in the hot south during summer months than having no hair! A little over a month later, my hair is growing back. I'm excited to go nuts with some edgy cuts when I get a little more length. Matt keeps pushing me to let it grow haha. He didn't know I was going to shave it, and needless to say, he prefers me with hair.
Did I learn my lesson, you may wonder? Nope. Life's too short, and hair always grows back. Sometimes I miss having hair, when it comes time to dressing up, and I don't feel super feminine. Not having hair just gives me more of a chance to be expressive with my makeup and clothing choices. Plus, I really like the look of no hair sometimes. And I'm sure Matt is happy with me taking almost no time to get ready to go somewhere.
Have any of you ever shaved your head? What's the wildest hair you've ever had?