Today I broke a lifelong pattern. I went the chop but this time I didn’t go all the way.
Usually when I’ve grown my hair long, I get bored and I react by getting the chop. Which means very short.
Not this time. I still lost about four inches, but my hair is shoulder length again. Not too short, not too long. And hopefully much more manageable.
I joked with the hairdresser that he could sell my hair on ebay, pretend it was Britney’s and then we had a discussion about what possessed her to shave it off. Maybe she was tired of being Britney. I could never bring myself to shave my hair off. I don’t think I’ve got the right shaped face and head to carry off bald. But there’s some mighty sexy guys out there who look really hot with a shaved head.
I used to be really wild with my hair – different styles, different colours but in my (cough, cough) old age, I’ve become much more conservative. But maybe the next visit to the hairdresser will change that.
So, it was a day off work. A day to sleep in. Get my hair cut and do some administrative tasks to keep my life rolling along. I think I should have more ‘hump’ days off. The work week is so less daunting that way. But it’s back to work tomorrow. And then only two days to the weekend!