Yup, I got about ten inches chopped off yesterday evening.  Big whoop, you say?  Well it’s somewhat noteworthy for me since I only get it done maybe once every two or three years.  I didn’t go to Archer’s this time, I actually paid for it!  Went to the salon up the street, and was rewarded by tons of good neighborhood gossip about the different businesses opening and closing around here.  (That’s what hairdressers are really good for.)

I was being driven insane by my long-ass mop… there was no reason for it other than the fact that I’m to lazy to go to the hairdresser and too unskilled to do it myself, like I do with my bangs.  I like having long hair, it’s very nice up to a point, but then you find yourself sweeping up huge piles of fluffy hair-bunnies, pulling hair off your feet and off your clothes… it is an entity in my apartment, it BREEDS!!  So I cut it and I feel a bit neater now.  The braid now hangs around my shoulderblades instead of down to the small of my back, so yay.

I had to reassure the hairdresser a little that I wasn’t going to start crying or anything, heheh… no really, I’m not one of those Crystal Gayle wannabes!  Just incredibly lazy, I promise!!  No seriously you can cut that, I really DO NOT CARE!!  ha ha.  She was saying that if I got ten inches or more cut off, that I could donate the ponytail to some wig-making charity type thing.  But I shied away from that because when she pointed to where that line would be, it seemed too short.  In the end I think it really was at least ten inches, but whatever.  Next time maybe I’ll remember to wait a little longer to get it cut, because I do like the idea of donating my hair.  I am such a hair-factory, it’s healthy and long and there’s lots of it for sure!  And I usually end up cutting ten or twelve inches at a time anyway, so why not?