This morning I woke up wanting to chop all of my hair off. Not for any real purpose, I'd just had a rough week and thought changing my outward appearance would somehow lift my spirits.
Allow me to let you in on something. Women change their outward appearance as an emotional response to whatever is going on inside our heads. Or at least, that's what I do. It's a gut reaction. I can't control the outward circumstances, but I can change how I look to the world. Yeah, I'm still a control freak, but God is allowing me to give it over to Him as much as I can.
So I go to my hairdresser who's name is Bennett. He's got talent. Has the ability to cut naturally curly hair, and believe me that's a gift. I plop down in the chair, lift my chin and declare, quite regally, "Chop it off." Like I'm a queen ordering her subject. He takes one look at me and says, what happened? I then tell him of my horrendous day and concede that I could very well go with a trim as opposed to just having curls frame my face.
He says alright, how about this? I trim it, and if in two weeks you still want to cut it all off, come back. He'll give me a complimentary shearing.
I guess it really depends on how the next two weeks of my life go.
I guess it really depends on how the next two weeks of my life go.
2 comments:
Somehow I don't think you would look very girlish in a flattop. :) The spice of my life is my barber also and just tonight she made the sides look like the top. :) ec
Yeah, Mr. Eddie, I look like a 12 year old boy when I chop it off. Ringlets everywhere and I absolutely love it.
It's only hair, and this mane grows like you wouldn't believe. ha ha.
Plus when I get a burr in my saddle, I do something about it, so I'll probably chop it. Hey, its a free haircut!
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