It is an old joke.
I got my haircut today and it made me SO happy. It made psychologically happy. I had no idea how much the weight of my hair was weighing me down. I had not had my haircut since before my vacation. That would mean mid-March. That is just about three months ago.
My hair grows fast. I don't just mean normal fast. I mean super fast. If I were wealthy (and really care about these things) I would get my hair cut every 4-5 weeks to make it look good all the time. Maybe even three weeks to keep it tight. At 6 weeks I look shaggy and anything beyond that I look in desperate need of a haircut. This morning my hair was so long it was in my eyes. I actually used a clip last night so I didn't have to keep wiping it out of my eyes every five minutes.
Now it is nice and short. I find myself still wiping it out of my eyes even though there is nothing to wipe. It will take a few days.
Until tomorrow...
Nothing like a good haircut to lift the spirits! Its always worked like that for me, too. Last time, I got the haircut, and then had it permed so the straight parts matched the curly parts. Even more than a month later, I love it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the mild weekend, Adrienne. And feel well!
It has definitely put me in a better mood"!!!
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