Although unresesarched, I am nevertheless positive of the existence of a certain hormone that is greatly affected by childbirth. It, among all it’s other little hormone pals, is thrown hopelessly out of whack post-partum. I’ll unofficially name it the Hair Hormone. It’s that hormone that makes you itch for change–makes you scramble desperately for anything that will help you shed the old you and start afresh as quickly as possible. Now this is a problem because you can’t just go out and buy a few cute new outfits to give you a quick lift; you’re in that woeful size that is much to large to invest any new wardrobe in–and besides, you won’t be here long, right? And yet you’re far to ample to fit into anything you used to feel cute in pre-pregnancy. Sadly, you can’t magically whisk away all that ampleness, so don’t look there for your quick-fix. That leaves your hair. It’s longer and maybe a little more healthy now because you took all those prenatal vitamins. That’s good. Now you have more to work with. You MUST have some change, and your hair is your only option. So you chop. Or you color. Or in particularly tragic cases, you perm. It’s not your fault, it’s the Hormone. You’re a victim of imbalance.
And that’s where I’m at, and here’s what I’m thinking:
Or short and playful like this Chico’s ad I tore from Real Simple like four years ago
Or just dye it again. Something a little more golden I think. I actually love the color of that Chico’s girl.
What do you think?