Friday, February 18, 2005

It’s been months since my last haircut. I was growing it out from the shorter cut I had last year and trying to decide what I wanted to do with it. It finally reached the point where the layers were out of whack and it needed a serious reshaping. So I called this place near the office and got an appointment on my lunch hour.

The result? The same basic look, but better. She only took about 1” off the length, but trimmed up the layers. Much better.

Exciting, no?

Meanwhile, ECD was confused that I did this seemingly on a whim and that I didn’t try to control every aspect of the haircut. “It’s just hair - it’ll grow back,” is my thinking, but apparently that’s not in keeping with my control freakishness. Here’s the thing - I’m a complete nut about some things but there are many other things about which I could not care less. A haircut falls into that latter category for me. Weird for a woman, I know. That’s part of my charm.