Back in aught-four, I went into a salon with chin-length hair and came out looking something like this:
Despite my super-tiny camisole and Paris Hilton-type skirt, I felt very ugly.
So, on that exact day, I made the decision to grow my hair out.
I decided to aim for "River-length Hair." However long it took to get there! (Yes, I wanted to resemble my husband's fantasy TV woman. Is that weird? I don't know . . .)
Today, over six years later, my hair looks like this:
So I have definitely and for sure reached and exceeded River-length Hair. (And, of course, in the years since, the actress has gone on to cut her hair to a much more manageable just-below-the-shoulder length and such.)
I'm not really sure what to do with myself (or my hair) now. It seems silly to just cut it off after spending six years meeting this arbitrary goal. And yet, I find that I don't like to wear it down much. What's the point of having all this hair if I'm just going to keep it in a bun most of the time anyway? I'm not going to make any rash decisions, but I'm thinking Thoughts. Yes, I am.