Until last week I hadn't had my hair cut in thirteen months. Its length had become heavy and dead, hanging in tendrils down past my collar bone. In a way my hair came to represent the deep financial stress of the last year, the austerity, and the withdrawal.
But with the move last month there was an obvious shift towards a new chapter and with that shift my hair felt increasingly claustrophobic. So I made an appointment at a Park Slope salon where my hairdresser relieved me of layers and inches and burdens. As the hair fell around my chair, something of my old self began to emerge.
Ms. K also got a much needed haircut from the same hairdresser, which she claims gave us identical haircuts. I don't think our hair is that noticeably similar. Either way the cut looks really cute on her and when we met for date night dinner last week she looked like a knock-out and I fell in love with her all over again.
In other hair news, Ms. K found my long dreaded first gray hair. Now beings the slow decline . . .
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4 comments:
Srsly?
I know I had 3 my first year in grad school, in 2001. I think I've plateaued 5 or so.
oh man! grey hairs aren't the end of the world. if you're hair color is just right, the world will hardly know. <3
In denial of identical haircuts? Maybe Ms. K is just better at spotting and accepting the urge to merge? :-)
Happy new year to you too :-)
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