I’ve been putting off my hair appointment for several weeks now. I think I’ve cancelled and rescheduled at least three times over the last four weeks, which isn’t exactly beneficial for my roots. The reason for my hesitation is that for the first time in several years, I can’t decide what I want to do with my hair. Do I want to add red lowlights? Chop a few inches off? Grow out the bangs?

My indecision is having a hazardous effect on my split-ends, so the time has come. I’m determined to keep my appointment on Saturday morning, and I’ve finally decided on the exact future length of my hair.

It appears I’ve been looking for haircut inspiration in all the wrong places because after all these weeks of waffling, the decision was made quite instantaneously over a styrofoam container of Kung Pao Chicken the other day. I was innocently enjoying my meal (at my desk) when a section of my hair fell forward from behind my shoulder and landed directly into a sticky pool of sauce in the open lid of my container. Yum.

I rushed to lick the sauce off  my hair blot my ends with a napkin and promptly secured my obviously-too-long layers into a bun with a Bic pen (a classy office look?).

As I finished up my lunch, I realized I forgot to grab a fortune cookie. Then I realized that my Chinese food had predicted my future after all. I took my hair down and made mental note of exactly how many inches of hair were rock-hard, stuck together and coated in Kung Pao Chicken sauce, then decisively stated out loud (since everyone cares), “I have finally figured out how short to cut my hair!” Yay.

In addition, I think I’ll opt for a few red lowlights because it just so happens that the color of my hair mixed with the reddish brown hue of Kung Pao Chicken sauce equals out to the approximate color of the red lowlights I got last time. Go figure.

In the meantime, I’ll be wearing my hair in a ponytail for all meals because I really don’t want to have to wash and blow-dry it again before Saturday morning.

This crazy trip has got me feelin’:  clumsy
And I’m singin’ along to: La donna è mobile – Placido Domingo