Lucy the Tyrant strikes again

I am under strict orders from Lucy. I am not allowed to a) get my hair cut and b) run away to Korea.

Since returning to Canada, I have become completely and utterly obsessed with my hairstyle. I am cutting and coloring beyond belief. You would think I were a model and not the tomboy that I profess to be.

After surviving many hair cuts in Japan, Korea, India and Thailand, you would think I would be over the top with all these Western salons. Believe me I am. (Imagine trying to tell a stylist in broken Korean many times, your hair is natural curly and doesn’t need to be straighten to no avail! Or the time I spent over 300,000 WON to correct a bad dye job in Thailand)

However, with choice comes confusion and indecision of both style and salon. I have been out of the loop with styles and fashions for nearly four years (and not to mention I aging four years!) that I just don’t know where to go and what works for me.

Today I am somewhat satisfied with my latest cut. Mind you these aren’t drastic changes-an inch cut here, another inch there- but variations of my usual style. So you can probably see my dilemma. I don’t feel like they were real haircuts. My main problem is that I don’t know what I want. I justify my biweekly haircuts with this reasoning: Now I know what I want so I should get my hair cut. It hasn’t worked so far.

Thus, Lucy has banned me from all hair salons in Ottawa and the surrounding areas. She mildly suggested I see someone about my obsession but I think she was joking.

My good friend Lucy has also curtailed any further thoughts of crossing oceans and enjoying a hearty breakfast of kimchi and kimbap.

History shows I have a habit of running away when things get tough. These past few weeks have been a little dicy for me and I booked a one way ticket out of here. Common sense and realism kicked in (along with the advice of others) and I put a hold on my escape plan. My suitcases remain packed but I am exhaling and taking things one day at a time.