Today I reached the end of my patience and got a haircut. Ten, eleven inches, gone. It always got so tangled, and combing it out would make me lose a fistful. I dreaded every shampoo, never wanted to even brush it. I would either pin it up or just let it hang, like a greasy nest. Must've been some sight, with my fuzzy Bazinga pants and my fuzzy plaid housecoat.
I feel human again, and not nearly as depressed.
I feel human again, and not nearly as depressed.
Cool! Do you have before and after pictures?
ReplyDeleteSadly I didn't think of that. But the after can al-ways be done. Before it was cut, it had to be washed; so I wasn't feeling very photogenic. This new hair makes me feel scrappy. I was so afraid to get it done because of course, you can't undo it. (Do...hah!) But it actually looked okay. I had to trim the front myself and I think I made it better.
DeleteI'll miss my long hair...But it was ridiculously un-manageable. I must have shed enough hair to carpet the house. It was getting to the point where the only fun thing about my long hair was putting in the pearl clip I got from Grandma, and I felt it was too pretty for me anyway.
How's your hair doing? Still all Rapunzel?
lol, yes, it's still pretty long ... I can tuck it into my pants if I want to ... kind of a pain in the neck (literally; I dread washing it because I spend the whole day with a headache) but other than that ... :p
DeleteI shed, too; must be something genetic or malnutrition or something.
Ouch...Yeah, even after the haircut my comb gets full of hair. I'm amazed I still have hair left to lose.
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