HAIR!

I'm off to get my hair cut this morning. Not sure what I am going to do with it. Monday, I was SO sure but not so this morning. Monday, I was cutting it off short and starting over. Not so sure this morning! Monday, I couldn't stand it anymore. This morning, well....not so bad! Why is it that when you are going to the hairdresser that your hair seems to work out better than usual? Not that it looks great this morning but that it looks ok. I feel ok. It looks ok. I took a picture of myself last night (very vain) and I thought..."that doesn't look too bad; what am I complaining about?" As I said, isn't that always the way? You get ready for the BIG change and what happens? You 'change' your mind!

Ok, I know when I get there that my hairdresser will say "why don't we just trim the sides a bit as you haven't been wearing this style very long?" or the one that really confuses me is "whatever you want". That's just it! I don't think I really KNOW what I want!!

Have you ever had those kinds of days? Normally people would say, "have you ever had that kind of day" but I am referring to the plural ... DAYSSSS. Hair seems to be my nemisis (sp?)!! I do spend a lot of my thinking time, thinking about my hair and what I should do with it. Not that I can't do two things at once - I can. I work AND think. However, when it is two weeks past the original cut, I start thinking about what I should do with this hair. Should I cut it or let it grow? Should I colour it or let it grow ... OUT. Should I change the colour? change the style? change my overall look? Oh dear, it does appear as if I need a full time job? If not to keep my mind under control, but to pay for all these hair appointments!!!

Ok, I have talked that one out! Thank you for listening. I think I will just do what my hairdresser tells me when I get there. She really knows me. Your hairdresser knows best! I have been with this girl for over 25 years so she knows my personality. I think I am paving the way for her through menopause! She asks lots of questions. She is 15 years younger! Oh, it hurts to say that. 15 years younger!! I have always thought of her as around my age but in reality, I am a few years older!!!

Ok, enough of this dribble. I am going to have my oatmeal and be off. In my next note I will be saying "I love my hair" or "I should have ...!!"