Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Haircut.

Went for a haircut today......

This was a traumatic experience, because frankly I'd rather have my teeth scaled than have my hair cut. Tooth discomfort is over quickly, but you have to look at the results of your hairdresser visit for weeks if not months. Actually I've not been to the hairdressers for about three and a half years now, during which time my ultrafine poker straight hair has just got longer and longer. (And greyer, but we won't discuss that just now!) I thought if Little Miss Princess could cope with the cafeful hair regime that allows her to keep her similarly ultrafine hair at waist length, so could I. I always wanted long hair as a child, but in Ye Olden Days there weren't the same number of potions to keep hair in good condition and it didn't occur to my mother to simply braid it up to keep it from tangling. So short it was, then I got to be a teenager with all that implies in terms of colouring, perms, crimpers and general abuse.

So in fact when I got up this morning my hair was the longest it has ever been, down to my waist. 40 years too late to pretend to be a princess, like Little Miss, but it got there! But being so fine, it was a wispy mess at the bottom, so I finally forced myself to go and get four inches cut off the ends. Traumatic! Got to admit though it looks a whole lot better. and as I wear my hair up 90% of the time, no one will notice anyway.

The rest of today will be spent getting ready for SkipNorth. Food must be organised, laundry brought up to date, clothes and knitting supplies gathered. Etc. I'll be driving down first thing Friday morning with "n" from The Yarn Yard and a local SkipNorth veteran called Lauren that I went with last year. It occurs to me by the way that I'm a SkipNorth veteran too...I've been to all of them, this one being the third. It hardly seems like a year ago we were driving away on a very driech sunday afternoon thinking "That was too short...."

6 comments:

zippiknits said...

So, now your hair is to the middle of your back? Lovely. Mine never gets any longer than that, and is now too thin to let it try. I envy you the length. MIL and SILs both got long, long Irish/Italian hair gene. :-)

Have a great time at SkipNorth. The Yarn Yard is a clever name for a shoppe. Thanks for the link. Take lots of pictures at SkipNorth, plz?

Helen said...

Grey? I didn't see any grey :)

Hubby said...

Thought I was in trouble there. I didn't notice.

Then I saw it was only four inches.

Whew?

Anonymous said...

I gave up on my fine thin hair when no.2 was born and it got in the way all the time...of it came and has been about 2 inches ever since, brilliant wheeze....wash in shower, towel dry and go...how anyone can be bothered with all that crimping and straightening and faffing I do not know...this from the mother of the 'misses hours in the bathroom and then in front of the mirror', one currently blonde, the other pink and black....they do enough together for TWICE the number of us all put together (love 'em!) I'd like mine thicker and less grey...but not longer, no siree-Bob!

Anonymous said...

Oh, and no1 son takes after his mother, not his sisters (the aforementioned misses hours in the bathroom etc...) and puts the clippers over his head once a month keeping it very short-indeed he can wash his hair more than adequately with a rub of soap and a flannel!!!

thereyougothen said...

i'm looking forward to catching back up with you!
i have a long way to go...

hope you're having fun this weekend.