Today I got my spring chop. Here is me yesterday:
And here is me this evening:
It’s a nice feeling to have the weight and the warmth of longer hair taken off, at this time of year.
As I’ve gotten older, my hair has gotten wavier. I take after my mother in this respect, though my hair isn’t as curly as hers. I remember meeting her at the airport when she was about 70 and saying, “You got a perm!” She was (understandably) very miffed at this suggestion, as her tight curls were completely natural. I don’t think anyone will be fooled into thinking I’ve had anything done to my hair, but that is just fine with me. Five years ago, I wrote a post about how I enjoy my grey hair. In Scotland (more in Aberdeen than in Glasgow) it’s unusual for women not to dye their hair. So this is my little form of rebellion.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!