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...."