In light of my new relationship to embarassment, I am going to share... more. I have bought a clipper at the local CVS, for $16.99, in case you were wondering. (One does not buy USED clippers, i am told) I am considering the full shear. yes, i am . I think, in part, to piss off my husband. He is lovely sometimes and having a struggle lately and I feel like I need some sort of signal to the world that I am heading off my rocker.
I have long considered chopping my locks. They are fairly nondescript, dirty blond/brown sort of listless bundle of hairs on the top of my rather big ears. After the buddhist meditation day/plunge of a few weeks ago, I spent several days brushing my hair, thinking how nice it must feel to have such a short crop. like a little boy... (one without lice, please.)
Granted, my boys have long lustrous locks themselves. Curls or straight, long, long hair. The younger is frequently mistaken for a girl. (idiots.)
So. I have the clipper on the counter. Hubs J expresses trepidations. I think of the cold. I am scared. Maybe it is not for me. Maybe it is. Maybe I have a good face for it. Maybe i've got pimples all over my scalp. The lice won't make an urban legend of me if I am shorn. (see: mother with throbbing headmass runs screaming through streets) Maybe it'll be the ticket to jerk me out of a rut I cannot see the end of...
Maybe I'll be like Brittany and start wearing wigs. Maybe it'll make me all hopeful...
It might make my still-growing ears a bit of a problem, or highlight the tape holding my glasses together.
gah.
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2 comments:
I think it's possible to shock yourself short without resorting to the shear madness of clippers. Go for it. It'll grow back...it always does.
At first, I thought you were talking about shearing the boys' hair!
You would look lovely no matter what.
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