Hair

My hair has been bothering me for weeks. It recently reached the "too long" stage. Too long, you say? Wood finds it on his clothing at 4pm on Wednesday when he has been away from me for at least 10 hours and is in San Francisco (I'm in Oakland). Twig finds it in his mouth while he is trying to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner, any day of the week, at almost any location. It is in the entry carpet and even when the vacuum is on the strongest suction setting I can't get it out of the fibers unless I do it manually. I wake up at all hours of the night with an itchy neck, ears, or eyes, or better yet waking up with that awful suffocating feeling because I'm eating or breathing it. However, it is the fact that it's constantly in my butt that has driven me to get it cut.

A couple of weeks ago I told my hairdresser, who also happens to be my sister, that I was thinking about going short again. When I arrived at my appointment I told her that she could do anything she wanted with it. "Go ahead, you've had to had some fantasy about this for years. Really, I don't care. Whatever you want. It'll grow back!" She was dumbstruck - had no idea what to do with it - even with full license to do whatever she wanted.

In the end, she took about 8 inches off and gave me an easy-care chin length "bob". Conservative for sure but not a big deal at all. I've had this style before and I've been wanting to go short-short for a long time. So, I'm sure I'll be visiting her within about 4 weeks to have the rest hacked off! Will keep you posted.