April 10, 2009
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
I had a dream that I was cutting my own hair. (This picture is not me, by the way.) The dream was so vivid, when I woke I went in to check to make sure I hadn't done it in my sleep or the kids hadn't hijacked me in the night. Nope, it's all still there. Long, ratty, annoying.
I went to see the hair lady. She chopped it all off. More accurately, most of it. I said, "Take everything except the part that hides my fat neck." And she did. Red hair surrounded my chair like debris from a bomb blast. I feel liberated.
Then, strangely, I happened across an old post from three years ago about coloring my hair (which I don't do anymore).
Is there some cosmic force at work? What's with all the hair suddenly? Maybe I should start reading my horoscope every day.
[photo credit: margolove]