Oops! That's a little uneven. I'll just straighten that up a little.
Oh, oh! I'd better even that side up now.
Whoops! Oh, well.
Thank goodness hair grows out or I'd still look like this!
|circa 1963, ready for the Scandinavian Festival|
Things haven't changed much, except now it's me with the scissors. It usually goes like this:
S#@*%&! That's uneven. I'll straighten it up a little.
Bloody *&*%# hell! Now I have to even that side up!
Crap! G*&d@*&^%$! moth%#$%$^son of a @$*! %^&(&*%#!@!!!!!#@*^&%!!!!!!!!
You would think I would have learned after all these years. Actually, I have learned one thing - if it's shorter than you wanted it but the shape sucks, you have to cut some more until the shape is better. Super short hair with no shape is just a prison haircut, and that's a style I work hard to avoid. Except for maybe the striped shirt.
|still petulant after all these years|
I just keep cutting and trimming and thinning and shaping for days - I'm constantly sweeping up hair! It looked horrid yesterday, but I think I finally got it to a point I can live with now. I might even like it a little. Tiny. Bit.
Have you seen Fabulous Fashionistas? You can watch it via this link (thanks, Sara!). It was a great! I really loved these women, especially Jean. I hope I'm half as healthy and interesting and gorgeous in 15 or 20 or 30 years. I could start now with a signature prison haircut...
To all my American friends, have a Happy Thanksgiving and remember how lucky you are. And to everyone else, I'll be thinking of you while we have a four-day weekend!