Well. Two things I never thought I'd be discussing together: Cancer...and NY Fashion Week. But there it is.
First up...hair. After a long (mostly internal) debate...I decided to cut my hair in stages. It's coming out anyway, in a matter of weeks. In fact, by the time most of you are reading this, I'm probably down at Penn getting my first chemo treatment. Gulp. I was originally planning to cut it all off and donate my hair....but....
I'm not ready.
In my defense, I think my little guys need to see it go gradually - hopefully it'll help ease the transition. One of my good friends traumatized her young daughter by cutting her hair into a much shorter (and super chic) bob - the nerve!
So with the help of my insanely amazing stylist Shannon (ask for her at Salon Ziza), I have a few haircuts I'll be trying out on my way to bald. ("Honey, it's so liberating!" says my Mom. F-THAT says me.) If you want to peek (or help - please help!!) I'm pinning some ideas onto this Pinterest board.
And now...haircut ONE (and also what I wore to NYFW):
I wanted to go shorter, but I didn't want that perfectly smooth, bell-shaped bob. That look is waaay too polished, and totally not my thing. Happily, Shannon got it. As I yattered at her about avoiding the smooth bell, she stopped me: "Shana, I'm going to make it look like you need a haircut before I let you walk out of here so perfectly coiffed."
She gets me. And look at that lovely chop in the back. There are no smooth lines anywhere. Lovelovelove.
Now get this: Shannon doesn't want me to blow dry it. I can do a quick "rough dry" of the roots, but that's it. She wants me to pull through some curling cream, schrunch, and let it air dry. Add some salt spray or whatever. "Basically," says Shannon, "the dirtier this hairstyle gets, the better."
Wait - WHAT? Why didn't I do this before? Cause that sounds like genius to me. And genius is good, since NYFW overlaps with my pesky little chemo treatment.
This was my first attempt at styling the new 'do. I didn't have time to wash it - I just rinsed, schrunched, added some product and ran for the train. Mike came with me, and we had a ball. More on that later. But do you want to see what I wore to Fashion Week? (Besides my new hair?)
A baseball sweater and cut-offs! You can take the girl out of the Midwest, but you can't take the Midwest out...
Anyway. Send me some good vibes, Mamas. Fashion week was a nice distraction, but it's about to get all too real around here.