In which she gets a haircut

[zeborah]

So a few hours ago my hair looked like this (a bit longer when freshly washed and dried, hence straight -- here it's just loosed from a french braid):


And then I did this:


And now it looks like this:


Tomorrow I need to send the braid to Freedom Hair and then start a running tally of how many conversations I have to have about it.

I was expecting to require explanations for:

• colleagues in my branch at work;
  
• people at church;
  
• family at family dinner;
  
• manager returning from holiday next week; and
  
• colleagues in other branches in dribs and drabs over the next month or so; it's so tempting just to put a photo up on the in-house blog and have done with it, except that's not what we use it for.

This evening I've added to that list:

• frequent customers at work (ran into one while there this evening for complicated but not sad-and-pathetic reasons); and
  
• bus drivers on my regular routes (my bus route tonight is one I only take weekly, but the driver still gave me a funny look).

Comments

[julesjones]

Thank you.

My mother didn't go the wig route when she had chemotherapy, because she preferred to wear a scarf -- but other people in oncology outpatients did, and it made an enormous difference to their morale.

[zeborah]

There's stories on that site about people being overjoyed that with these wigs they can go swimming again. Personally I'd be more likely to go swimming if I could take my hair off and put it back on afterwards, dry; but I can see how it'd be very very different if people were constantly staring.

[hairmonger.livejournal.com]

Surely when the Future arrives we'll be able to take our hair off to go swimming! (How can you inhale long hair underwater when you're not actually breathing? I did no further experiments.)
Mine starts breaking off when it gets much below my waist, and you remind me that it is about time to go donate some.

Mary Anne in Kentucky