I had a hair cut.
'Cut' is right. I think I'd meant 'trim', but I told the hairdresser I wanted 'the shortest possible but still can tie up' hair.
I should have known hairdressers have a different inkling of 'short'.
And his definition of 'still can tie up' is vastly different from mine. I look ridiculous tying up my hair now - like a broom.
My hair went real short - just below the shoulder blade.
I feel like crying. 20 years' worth of long tresses gone in 2 hours - I waited for an hour before the cutting commenced.
But I've always wanted to see how I look with shorter hair.
I was hoping to get a fresh haircut for the coming trip. Now I wonder how many pictures will I take of myself on the trip to remind myself of the awful haircut.
But it was something new to me. I would always be kept wondering if I have never tried it. I was sick of the hair I had, wanted a half-fringe, and shorter hair, despite my already-quite-short long hair. This hair cut also made me realise that I have never really taken a good look at my own hair, until I lose them.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
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