Hair Today....Gone Tomorrow

This is the hair both friends and former coworkers have tried to convince me to dye. I have refused except briefly adding a pink stripe for a friend who had breast cancer when she asked me to do so.  This is the look that Diana once referred to as my wild, drugged-out hippie hair.  This is also the hair I recently decided to cut  drastically.  I intended it as a symbolic thing to mark having completed treatment, a visual reminder of my new beginning.

This is the the new do.  My idea of cutting it really short caused my hair dresser to nearly faint.  In fact, she more or less refused very politely to do so.  This is, however, the new do that caused Calypso to grab me and weep because she missed what she referred to as my wild, bohemian hippie hair.

"Wait...what?  You and your sister have given me a hard time about my unruly mane for years,"  I protested.

"It's only because I'm so envious of your hair," she confessed.

Color me stunned.....just don't color my hair.

Slice of Lime-Going Straight

A little while ago when I went to visit Diana she straightened my hair.  It was a really strange thing to see myself with long, straight hair.  I was kind of shocked how long it really was once the curls were ironed flat.  Some folks really liked it, others not so much.  I thought it was interesting.  I might be persuaded to straighten every now and then for a bit of variety.





Just don't think it means I personally am going to straighten out, because you really ought to know better than that by now.

 And just in case you forget how wild I can get here's my Cousin Itt look.