Friday, April 18, 2008

Rise and Shine

I really think Spring has arrived! The average temperature is rising, everything is in bloom, and there's people out EVERYWHERE. Working in their gardens, walking their dogs, running, etc.

Keith, Beckett, and I have also become a little less grudging about our morning walks than we have been through the cold, dark winter. For the past couple nights we've slept with the windows open, and we can hear birds chirping before we get up in the morning. By the time the alarm goes off, there is even the beginning of daylight starting to work its way past the dark curtains. When asked if he's ready to go outside, instead of playing dead under the covers, Beckett's hops off the bed, stretches, and heads downstairs. One of us follows closely behind—or sometimes not so closely, hitting snooze one more time if we got to bed too late the night before.

It was my turn to walk the dog this morning. We were out the door by 6:20, and already the world was awake and alight. I wore just cotton pants and a hooded sweatshirt. Really, I probably could have done without the hooded sweatshirt except for one thing: my hair.

A few weeks ago, I got my long, unruly hair chopped off. It's now the shortest it's been in the past 10 years, at least. I did it because I wanted a change, it was getting too heavy, and I just kept putting it back all the time. I fell into the classic trap of, "If I can't put it back, then I'll have to do SOMETHING with it, right?"

Overall, this has worked pretty well. I love the way it looks when it's down, and I do find something to do with it more often than not. But there's still a day or so each week when I'm running late and I would give anything to be able to slap it back into a ponytail without half of it escaping by the time I sit down at my desk.

Plus, another downside of short hair became apparent to me this morning on our walk. Now that it's actually light outside in the morning, people can see my bedhead. Bedhead that had previously been hidden by 1) the darkness, 2) a winter hat, and 3) pulled back and somewhat tamed. But now it's out there in the morning, for every innocent passerby to see.

I suppose, in theory, I could do something to my hair before Beckett and I walk. But that's like saying that world peace is possible. In theory.

So I either need to find some way to tame my hair in 2 seconds before I head out the door, or find a nice, summery hat.

4 comments:

Amy said...

What?! You cut all your hair off?!

Although you probably would be doing that soon anyways, what with the new baby and all and not having time to mess with it then either.

I've been dying to lop off mine, but have had several conversations (Cathy, Rungsinee, some random dude at a bar) about how it looks really good at this length and I should just leave it alone and if I don't Rungsinee will hurt me.

So, that plus my innate laziness leaves it just past my shoulders. Sigh.

Helen said...

Meg,
I vote for the hat!!!

Cousin Anna said...

Never underestimate the usefulness of a baseball cap!

M. Lubbers said...

Cousin Anna: You mean like a YANKEES baseball hat?!? I got in trouble with my family for the pictures of me wearing a Yankees'cap at the game last summer.

But in general, I do think a baseball cap is the way to go. Thanks for the input!