Yup...my hair has been raised. About eight inches.
You may have guessed that means I got my hair cut. Seems pretty mundane, right? But I've never been one for high-maintenance hair. I skipped the Aqua-Net fad, though I did enjoy my share of perms in the '80s. It was never my way to go to the salon every month or so for a trim. Too much money just for hair. So I let it grow longish, below my shoulders. And I think I might like it that way and all the styling versatility that comes with it. But then I get positively sick of it and have to get it chopped off! So now, my hair is above my chin. Cute and sassy and bouncy. It will, of course, get a little longer, and I'll try to keep it sleek. And it will continue to grow, and get wavier as it goes. (Seems like length would weigh down any curls, but my hair seems to have a mind of its own.) I get to enjoy a variety of looks from short to long. Once or twice a year, I'll visit the same stylist I've seen for 20 years. She happily snips and styles. We wonder at the pile of hair on the floor before she sweeps it into the vacuum chute.
For me, a haircut is an event. Sort of like New Year's. My hair gets a fresh start and so do I. It's oddly invigorating and empowering. Time for a new attitude to go along with the new hair. Let's see what I can accomplish before it grows another eight inches!
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