Gonna do it
Cut my hair, that is.
It's been more than a year since I last cut my hair -- any haircut at all. Add to that, recent events and Zuska's encouragement, and I've made an appointment for this weekend at a fancy-pants salon -- ya' know, the kind of place where they'll look at me like some kind of freak for coloring my hair at home, for wearing such unhip clothes, for going for a year without a haircut... Ahh, what fun to pay for the pleasure of feeling uncool.
Right now the mane is long (to the middle of my back) with long, grown-out layers. I'm thinking I'll have her chop off four or more inches and give me bangs. That will be a big change.
Okay, enough. Now even I am bored with this post.
But I'll give you the post-mortem next week.
It's been more than a year since I last cut my hair -- any haircut at all. Add to that, recent events and Zuska's encouragement, and I've made an appointment for this weekend at a fancy-pants salon -- ya' know, the kind of place where they'll look at me like some kind of freak for coloring my hair at home, for wearing such unhip clothes, for going for a year without a haircut... Ahh, what fun to pay for the pleasure of feeling uncool.
Right now the mane is long (to the middle of my back) with long, grown-out layers. I'm thinking I'll have her chop off four or more inches and give me bangs. That will be a big change.
Okay, enough. Now even I am bored with this post.
But I'll give you the post-mortem next week.
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