The dreaded barrettes. Yes, my hair has gotten to that stage. It's been in my eyes and making my forehead itch for the past week and I'm trying to decide whether to cut it myself or get it cut, but suspecting that the likelihood of finding a hair place open the day after Thanksgiving is not good. Unless it's at The Mall. And wondering if anyone, no matter how skilled, can get my hair out of my eyes and yet keep the length without making it all country-singer-mulletty. Because I've been trying to let it grow out, but if I end up looking like a country singer it will ALL have to go. I'm pretty sure if I cut it myself that's exactly what will happen.
Someday, though, someday... I'm going to get annoyed at my hair, grab the clippers and give myself an 80s dyke do. I may be IN my 80s before I get up the courage, but I've always wanted to. ;)
Someday, though, someday... I'm going to get annoyed at my hair, grab the clippers and give myself an 80s dyke do. I may be IN my 80s before I get up the courage, but I've always wanted to. ;)