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livI've had my hair cut.
It's about halfway down my back. Still long enough to put up, long enough to be called 'long', but there's a good 25 cm of it missing. I asked the hairdressers to cut as little as possible, but I knew that as little as possible was going to be rather a lot. The evidence of a decade of neglect is gone, and I kind of miss it, split ends and broken strands and raggedness and all. It's all the same length now, though, and neat and thick and blunt-ended.
To console myself for losing my cherished hair I had what remains of it coloured. It's come out rather better than I expected, it's sort of auburny but really not too artificial-looking. It's like an enhanced version of my natural colour, and not far off the imaginary hair colour of the idealized version of me I carry in my head. So I'm quite pleased with it.
I'm told that the way forward is to lose the centre parting I've had for more than half my life. I'm not doing too well at convincing my hair to fall any other way, but I'm working on it. So yeah, it's tending towards a fashionably careless flick-over kind of impression. I will try to get someone to take photos of me in the next couple of days so people who live far away from me can see my new image.
It took two hairdressers over three hours to get it done, and cost £80. So it's not something I'm going to make a habit of. This will probably be my image until it's completely faded and grown out, so I suppose I'd better get used to looking like this!
They said they'd never coloured hair as long as mine before. It's not really exceptional any more though, just medium long, but I have to admit it looks more professional, more grown-up, less like I'm completely indifferent to my own appearance. Which is largely true, but at least for the next few months of job interviews this fact about me will not be immediately obvious.
I've been psyching myself up for this for weeks but I am still a little thrown by it. I'm trying to focus on the 'yay, neat! yay colour!' and not so much on missing the length, but I am feeling a little down, a little deenergized. I'll get used to it, I'm sure, and of course it won't stay this in between length forever.
Today is the fifth day, with no weeks yet completed, of the Omer
It's about halfway down my back. Still long enough to put up, long enough to be called 'long', but there's a good 25 cm of it missing. I asked the hairdressers to cut as little as possible, but I knew that as little as possible was going to be rather a lot. The evidence of a decade of neglect is gone, and I kind of miss it, split ends and broken strands and raggedness and all. It's all the same length now, though, and neat and thick and blunt-ended.
To console myself for losing my cherished hair I had what remains of it coloured. It's come out rather better than I expected, it's sort of auburny but really not too artificial-looking. It's like an enhanced version of my natural colour, and not far off the imaginary hair colour of the idealized version of me I carry in my head. So I'm quite pleased with it.
I'm told that the way forward is to lose the centre parting I've had for more than half my life. I'm not doing too well at convincing my hair to fall any other way, but I'm working on it. So yeah, it's tending towards a fashionably careless flick-over kind of impression. I will try to get someone to take photos of me in the next couple of days so people who live far away from me can see my new image.
It took two hairdressers over three hours to get it done, and cost £80. So it's not something I'm going to make a habit of. This will probably be my image until it's completely faded and grown out, so I suppose I'd better get used to looking like this!
They said they'd never coloured hair as long as mine before. It's not really exceptional any more though, just medium long, but I have to admit it looks more professional, more grown-up, less like I'm completely indifferent to my own appearance. Which is largely true, but at least for the next few months of job interviews this fact about me will not be immediately obvious.
I've been psyching myself up for this for weeks but I am still a little thrown by it. I'm trying to focus on the 'yay, neat! yay colour!' and not so much on missing the length, but I am feeling a little down, a little deenergized. I'll get used to it, I'm sure, and of course it won't stay this in between length forever.
Today is the fifth day, with no weeks yet completed, of the Omer
Holiness & Emunah of the women (cont.)
Date: 2009-12-24 06:03 pm (UTC)4. Look at the Jewish women in history, and remember how holy they are.
(a) Yaakov, who was the greatest of the Avot, came to marry the 2 daughters of Lavan, Rachel and Leah. Lavan was not exactly a tzaddik. Yaakov went to Lavan, of all people, to marry his 2 daughters – not 1 daughter, but his 2 daughters. Nothing could be greater than that.
(b) Rut, who came from Moav, became the ancestor of David Hamelech.
(c ) Batya, the daughter of Paroh, was given eternal life because she rescued Moshe from the river. No one could have been more evil than Paroh.
(d) Devorah, was a Neviah, and also a Judge.
Women who came from such adverse backgrounds, were able to become builders of Am Yisrael. That is how holy the women are, and how much more elevated they are than the men.
This was never the case with men. It never happened the other way round.
Don't tell me it is holy for me to wear a WIG! Hair over my own hair? This is ridiculous!
Similarly, don’t tell me it is holy for me to plonk a permanent head covering on my head for the rest of my life. This is equally vile.
Please Wake Up.
Use the spark of intelligence that Hakadosh Baruch Hu gave to you and blessed you with.
And give your wig back to your husband if you wear one.