[Current obsession: Olivia Palermo's long (long) bob.]
Confession: I am obsessed with my hair.
How much I think about my hair (and what it says about me) might be one of my more embarrassing qualities. I don't have particularly dynamic hair - it's thin, pin straight and brown - and I think that's part of the problem. I'm utterly convinced that if my hair could only be a certain way - I'd be a certain way. Have I lost you yet?
I had bangs for about eight years of my adult life, and I thought they defined me. That they were distinctly my thing. I was That Girl With The Bangs. I became nearly maniacal about their care, and imagined that I couldn't possibly look normal without them. Really. When I finally decided to grow them out (the sticky humidity of one New York summer was enough) the process quite literally drove me to drink. But, I wanted to be one of those carefree girls with a bohemian center part - who could put all her hair in a ponytail with nary a bobby pin in sight.
In short, I had hair envy.
I kid you not - as soon as the day came, nearly two years later, when all my hair could be pulled into an elastic, I looked in the mirror and felt a sudden and deep longing for my blunt fringe. (I actually wimper watching Zooey Deschannel in New Girl.)
It's not just my own recent hair changes that send me spiraling - and gunning for an emergency appointment at the salon. Leandra Medine recently chopped off her hair to an ultra-chic shoulder-grazing length a la francais and I can't stop thinking about it.
A long (long) bob.
Olivia Palermo has been working this length for a while now, and so she's my latest fixation. I imagine that with that hair cut, I'll actually be more like her. How insane does that sound?
So what's to hold me back from chopping a good six inches and channeling my inner OP? I can tell you right now that I will regret that decision within an inch of my life in no more than an hour. The moment I lay eyes on some lovely stranger's long, flowing tresses, I will probably cry.
Here's another confession: One of my deepest fears is having "medium" length brown hair. Boring cut = boring person. (Like I said, insane.)
So, my question is this: Am I crazy!? Or, do you experience the desire for a dramatic change of a-tress, only to chicken out for fear of instant regret, too? Do you covet thy neighbor's hair? Someone, please, assure me I'm not alone over here...