I'm feeling like an apprentice today.....an apprentice to the woman who cut my hair yesterday. I asked her to give me a cut that was shaggy, and we agreed on a picture, the one on the left, from a bunch of "best haircuts for older women" . I felt quite comfortable with her; we talked about holidays and weather, and my new red boots. Suddenly though, I realized that she had cut one of the sides very short, for which she looked as surprised as I did, apologized and told me she could make it work.
Once your hair is gone there isn't much point in getting all upset, and hair does grow back in, so I just waited till it was finished, paid up and headed for home with very much shorter, not shaggy but still thick hair.
I wasn't surprised last night to find myself in the bathroom with two pairs of scissors and a couple of mirrors, and since then I've been sneaking in there to snip at this bit and that, and here is the apprentice's shaggy product.
|I'm giving myself an 8 and a half out of 10|