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Feathered flips and growing it all out

With Farrah's recent passing I was catapulted into nostalgia as I remembered how much she had impacted my life. Yes, mine. No, we weren't buds, but her influence resulted in me being cool for the first time in  my life.

How? My feathered Farrah 'do, that's how. I had super thick hair that loved to flip sassily...and for the first time I looked 'styled' vs, well, you know, kinda ruffled. Suffice to say my Mom had cut my hair my whole childhood (with one exception that ended up in my looking much more like Dorothy Hamill than anyone had thought possible but fortunately that grew out). 

It was awesome. I was content to have great hair, though, naturally I secretly yearned for the curves to fill out a bikini the way she did, as well.

Hairstyles have changed through the years, and mine has gone from Farrah flip long, to pageboy length, to chin-length bob, to super short spikey. I'm now growing out a short cut, and am chafing. Seriously chafing.

Here's my dilemma. About 3 years ago I had hair past my shoulders, highlighted with auburn streaks, that looked like I'd always wanted my hair to look. But then it just stopped working for me. I was traveling a lot with work, feeling like I was opting for the chignon more than allowing it to flow freely, and I finally got tired of it and chopped it all off. All of it. Halle Berry short.

And I got told I looked 10 years younger. That's a lot. And I reveled in the shortness, the sassiness, the highlighted wonder of spunky hair...

But I'm tired of it now. I'm thinking I can probably pull off an elegant bob again...did anyone see Helen Mirren in State of Play? Like that.  Or maybe, just maybe, take it a little longer, but I'm not sure if I have the patience anymore to go there.

Recent surf for cute hairstyles revealed several cool websites with tons to look at. The Hair Styles website gave me the most to work with.  Here's a picture I found that represents the ideal (the one I may not be able to actually attain):
 
Here's one I like that's probably more where I'll end up:

And here's where I'll probably have to hang out as all the layers grow (which is a bit longer than I am now and flippier...)..I love the color, but probably won't buy the bike yet. Midlife hasn't struck me quite that hard, though I'd be lying if I said that whole 'feel the power in the seat of your pants' thing doesn't hold some appeal...:

What do you think? Longer? Shorter? Red? Stay dark?

I thought these decisions were supposed to get easier over time. Not so much, huh?
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  1. MikkiSeptember 11, 2009 at 2:11 PM

    I like the third one and think it would look awesome!

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