my hair, naturally. I must go. I haven't made a drastic cut since the summer of 2004 when I dodged into a Supercuts on a Sunday, made a fifteen minute appointment, drank a few afternoon coctails and had it shaved from the waist to the stock.
I was learning to ride a motorcycle at the time... I'll post a shot of the bike, now sold, in upcoming posts.. and tutoring a little boy to read at a little country library. The shaved head was shocking out there in Chimacum, WA in spite of the proximity to a very post-grunge Seattle.
I won't have it shaved tomorrow; especially not in a record-breaking cold winter, but I'm going for something trendy, short and kempt. My friend Molly went from shoulder-length to the cropped and is still going strong. I've been always either boy-cut trimmed or long or in transition from both. Atlast, however, I'm going to try something daringly in the middle. I don't mean to be a bore with this endless unveiling of my hair history and future, but I even dreampt about hair. So, clearly, this is a serious affair. I even trimmed up Ryan's beard and head with great satisfaction, but to no total slaking.
I wish you all well... and will dote on my friends who don't read my blog with each snip.
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