My hair got chopped off the other day. Actually it was more than a week ago, but I still miss it.It was an accident. I love my hairdresser. M. has been cutting my hair forever. She knows my thick, wavy tresses well. She's a friend I see every six (or 12) weeks, and is a good person.
That said, M. really got carried away with those scissors. She was snipping, and talking, and I was listening, and not paying attention to what she was doing.
It's something about someone working with my hair that puts me in a semi-trance. It's relaxing.
But when I looked in the mirror, I shrieked.
I lost my locks. Will they grow back? Sure. Do I pull on the ends to try to stretch them back down to a reasonable length? Sure do.
The good part is that for now I have gone green: with less hair on my head, I'm saving shampoo, water, energy heating said water and I'm also using less energy to run the blow dryer.
I'm now living the green life. La vida verde, I guess.
(Disclaimer: this is for giggles only, to poke fun at my own vanity. I know people lose their hair for serious health reasons, and I'd never make fun of someone who is bald).
