Being a girl is hard

This weekend I had the pleasure of running into our local salon owner. Very nice woman, we chat whenever we run into each other.

I tell her I’ll be making an appointment soon and that I haven’t had my hair cut in years. She begins running her fingers through my hair and examining it, right in the middle of the grocery store. She then starts talking about styles and highlights and blah, blah, blah.

I explain I’m just looking for a wash and cut. She then tries to convince me how cute I’d look with this bob cut and some highlights around my face. No, I just want it cut. Not short. Nothing fancy. Just wash it and trim off the dead ends.

I’ve never been into the whole girly-girl stuff. When I was a teenager, the best use I had for my curling iron was keeping my door secure while I smoked a cigarette in my bedroom. I just never really got into that stuff. I grew up in a neighborhood where I was the only girl my age. So my childhood involved a lot of tree climbing, building forts and digging in the mud.

I’m not knocking the women who always look prefect, have the perfect haircut and never leave the house without make-up. Actually, I’m perplexed by how the hell they do it. I’ve tried and I’m just not good at it.

Being a girl is hard. There’s trimming, bleaching, shaving, waxing, and creams I’m still not sure what to do with. The guys have it easy.

I care about my appearence, I’m just not completely wrapped up in it. I can put on my make-up and have my hair done in less than 20 minutes, it works for me. I’m simple like that. I don’t need a closet full of designer clothes or 20 pairs of shoes.

One thing I’ve learned: Just because someone looks perfect on the outside, doesn’t mean they’re perfect on the inside.

So, I realize this would be the perfect post to add my own picture to, let the world see me. Well, I hate pictures, always have. I do play around with my camera sometimes taking pictures of myself, but most get erased. In the spirit of fun, I’ll post one of me, not a good one because I don’t have any of those. Just one of me screwing around with my camera, with my eyes closed because I couldn’t believe what I was doing. And I’m not saying how new or old it is, sorry.

J