I knew it was going to happen.
I just didn't think it would be so soon that I would give in to the lack of excitement and cut my hair. It's still wet, so no photo.
However, it has made me take up thinking. Again, sooner than I expected. I have had enough sort-of success cutting my own hair in the past so I felt pretty much that a sort-of success would be OK.
It made me think of two haircut experiences, not on my own hair, that I've obviously pushed way to the bottom of my brain.
One included my sister Mary who is 17 years younger than I am and who allowed me to give her a cut that I'd seen in a magazine. We sat her on a kitchen stool and pulled her hair up to high on the top-of-her-head elasticized position, then cut off all the hair above the elastic. You can imagine......actually, I hope I'm still only imagining. Given that I love my sister sincerely, it's hard to believe I actually did it.
The other focusses on my youngest daughter, Emily. I always cut her hair from the time her platinum blonde first became real to us. Because it was very thin hair at the time, I thought I could make it sort of pixie-like, and shaggy, and had been doing it for a year or two when one of my gay friends begged me to show some respect for her. He cried the next time he saw her, 6 months later.
I now and officially beg forgiveness from the two of them.