Vox

Runs With Scissors

I cut my hair last night.

Nope, I didn't "get my hair cut" - I cut it. Not wimpy little trimming, either. Big, drain clogging hunks of it.

It wasn't a move designed to spare my budget, purely a move fueled by frustration. I have been unable to get my hair to do anything I wanted it to for months now and I just didn't want to deal with a salon. My last few visits have left me wondering if they ever hear anything I say.

Those of you girls who were teenagers in the '80s may remember the quick easy way to feathered hair; bend at the waste, grab all your hair in one hand, chop it with the other. I learned that trick from B.J. Gack whose hair always fell into perfect feathers, despite the fact that she was always playing one sport or another.

I sorta did that, but not quite. At first it looked scarily mullet-like, but I was able to tweak it into a kind of flippy shag. I am sure it is uneven, and will probably have someone catch the obvious problems when I get to work, but I already like it soooo much better.

At some point, however, I will have to visit a salon and deal with the inevitable, "Who cut your hair?!?"

Posted by Vox at November 22, 2006 09:21 AM | general