I can't believe I'm dedicating a whole journal entry to hair. But I promised. And this is supposed to be a journal. So here we are.
First some background. I'm a low maintenance kind of person. I generally get my hair cut very short and then leave it until I can no longer see, then get it cut again. Its been unkindly compared to a shearing of a sheep.
As part of the make-over it was decided that this was no longer sufficient and a style a la incontinent tramp would have to go. So now I have a hair-style (or so I'm told) To be honest, it isn't a lot different. Only now it has a smattering of some sort of fixative.
Whatever.
On the positive side, the haircutting girl was very, very pretty. I have a feeling that her selection was deliberate to encourage me to visit more than my usual annual shearing. And yes, it worked. God, I'm shallow.
