Cousin It no more

I finally set foot inside a hairdresser's.

I hadn't had my hair cut in around ten months.  And it showed.  God, did it show!  Remnants of fucking scarlet mixed in with Brazilian Brown.  Split ends up to my ears and broken hairs from badly placed slides.

I don't really like going to the hairdressers.  The mindless and artificial small talk that one is obliged to partake in pisses me off no end, and I always without fail forget to put in contact lens so I can see what they are doing. Plus the tea always tastes like crap.

And yesterday was no different.

Many moons ago I used to be a skinhead.  I loved it - no buggering about in the morning with hairbrushes, hot brushes and other hair shit.  Get out the shower and be ready to go.

Times change and hair grows.  My hair had reached lengths not seen since primary school and had managed to cascade down my back, like a brown and scabby waterfall.  It had to go.

I went in at the appointed time.  I had no clue what I wanted, except to lose as much hair as possible. 

The stylist was aghast at her mission.

"Cut off all your hair?  Are you sure you want to do this?  How about we go for a chin length bob and if you want it shorter, you can always come back"

I was determined, if vague about small matters such as style.  The hair had to go.  We flicked through some magazines to get an idea of what I wanted.  And we found it.

Snip, snip, snip.

Hair piled up around our feet, despite the best efforts of the salon junior.  I didn't get to see too much of the transformation as I was without glasses for most of it.

I put my glasses back on and looked in the mirror.  Greeting me was someone I hadn't seen in years, and hadn't realised just how much I missed. 

Me. 

Comments

[Snapper]

New pics please.

(I need a glowing plug for what it is about typepad that makes you love it so...)

[DMouse]

It works! Is that glowing enough?

I haven't had any problems with getting in or posting, which I was increasingly having with Blogger. I can track site hits and referrals, and I can blog from my mobile phone should I desire.......

Yay for the new 'do! I've had that same feeling of getting a lot of hair cut off - it's a very "oh, so that's what I look like" feeling. Seconding request for pictures, please.

[Silvia]

So where are the pics???

[Pez]

I bet you look beautiful! Photo please!

[Stacy]

I want to see.

I would die if I cut my hair short. I would have nothing to play with, I'm a twirler. The plus side is that I wouldn't have to listen to people tell me repeatedly, "stop twirling your hair." As if I can stop.

[Miss Arrogant]

OMG, you gotta post a pic..duh.

[Sarah]

Oh, yes...we must see at least one picture girl!

Sounds like it was refreshing. Cutting hair can be very symbolic, don't you think? A new start sort of thing.
I dig it.

[Katie]

Awesome!