I had my hair cut Tuesday. I didn’t really plan it. Wanting to look good for the opening reception in the evening, I went to get my hair trimmed and such in the afternoon. Sitting there in the chair I was so enchanted watching her nimble fingers, her scissors snipping away with a mind of their own, not seeming to understand that it was my hair that was falling to the floor. Usually I am like Sampson, fall apart when my hair is short. But now my hair is no longer shoulder length. It is short. And I haven’t collapsed in a puddle of tears, yet. In fact, I think it might even look good. At least I am getting a positive response—it is a noticeable difference. But I will probably continue to think of myself as a “long-haired” person and wonder why the comb stops, hits the air, so soon.
Posted by leya at May 7, 2004 07:44 AM