Cut

Last night, for the first night in years, I had a nightmare about my hair. In my nightmare I went to a different salon and they did horrible things to me. And they were mean. They ruined my hair and they were mean.

I can’t remember the last time I had a nightmare like that. I most certainly haven’t had a nightmare like that since my hair has been short. When my hair was really short there wasn’t much you could do to ruin it.

So I went to my usual salon today and asked for a little more body. More layers. Nancy, the woman who’s been cutting my hair for years and years, happily obliged and I wound up with this:

It’s not that much different than what I had before, but at least it’s nowhere near the horror I conjured up in my dreams last night.