Shelby's Life and Whatnot

It's Ponytail Time!

I'm so excited--I can get my hair into a ponytail. A leeeeeetle teeeeeeeny tiiiiiiny ponytail, but a ponytail nonetheless. This marks a milestone in my plan to grow out my hair. I haven't been ponytail-enabled since my wedding, 3.5 years ago.

As any person who has ever tried to grow his or her hair out [sentence removed because it didn't make sense in a gender neutral way] can tell you, there are certain stages that hair goes through on its way to Long. The short haircut is a very freeing style, allowing little shampoo and conditioner to be used. Then there's That Stage where your hair is too long to be considered short, and too short to be considered long. This stage is particularly annoying as it's marked by an abundance of hair in the face since it's no longer to short to bother you, but it's not long enough to pull back. I wear a lot of Chapstick and this stage is particularly annoying to me because my hair sticks to my lips all the time. This stage is also obnoxious when it comes to driving with the windows/top down, as it blows around and into my eyes.

Many people give up at this stage and chop it off again. That's what I've been doing for the last 3 years. However, this time around I thought I'd stick it out. And guess what? It worked! I have now reached the ponytail stage where I don't actually have a ponytail, but I can gather my hair in the back with an elastic and it won't fall into my face anymore. I'm so excited!

[Editor's note: How could I have done this?! Dave pointed out to me that it's not the 50s anymore and women aren't the only ones who grow their hair out from short to long--and you call yourself a feminist? (well he didn't put exactly that way but that was the gist). So I have replaced "woman" above with "person" and apologies all around to all of the wonderful long-haired men I know.]