Especially one that costs half what the Formerly Great One used to charge me. It's short - not as short as I've had it in the past, like Sharon Stone Short, but not too far from that short. And I don't look like a big ol' moonface. I'm happy. I'll slap some color on it tomorrow. My roots are so amazingly gray! My hair is now about as gray as my nearly 80-year-old mother's - but I color mine. She didn't go gray until she was past 70. I swear the old wives tales/movie cliches have a bit of truth in them - my hair went from three strands of gray in early 2003 to seriously gray in the six months before my husband died. I only know this when the roots grow out, of course, I color it religiously. I'm not ready to be that gray - maybe in ten years, when my age starts to catch up with the level of gray in my hair, I'll quit coloring, but this crap is just kinda freaky. I am not comfortable with having the same amount of gray hair as my mom.
But the haircut is exactly what I wanted, even though I totally suck at describing what I want to a hairstylist and this is only the second time she cut my hair. The first time, I tried my best to tell her what I wanted and she did her best to do it, and neither of us were happy. This time I said, "Don't be afraid to go too short, I'm not afraid of short hair," and she did what she thought would look good, and it was exactly what I wanted. Top it off with the way she styled it when she dried it - The Formerly Great One started leaving me with stiff Republican Matron hair that I had to go wash out and restyle immediately, even if the cut was good. The Divine Ms. L. is on my wavelength, I walk out of her shop and can go directly to lunch. And every time I sit in that chair my Spanish gets a little bit better - today I followed a conversation about scheduling an appointment for a cut and color and actually KEPT UP! My college Spanish is insanely rusty, but I try to listen in on textbook things like "Scheduling a hair appointment" - that shop is like a Berlitz tape. My verbs are still gone, I have a several second lag between hearing and figuring it out and I couldn't put together a sentence at gunpoint. But it's fun to try.
My friend L called me while I was in Target post-haircut, and we had lunch. And I've made actual progress cleaning the house. And I ate a healthy dinner - fish and veggies.
And it's 7:30 and I'm ready for bed. It was a good day.
Knitting? I think I've burned out on washcloths, but I need something simple to do in front of the computer-based real estate class. I'm still working on the feather and fan shawl, it's still lovely, but I can actually screw up the ONLY row in the pattern repeat that is not knit or purl while reading. I'm thinking it's time for a baby blanket in that nice waffle-y broken rib pattern, it requires even less brainpower than f&f, and after using it for a couple of washcloths I kept thinking how wonderful it would be for a baby blanket. Pink softball cotton. Hmm....
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