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

[rosefox]

I'm not sure about ConFrancisco, but I think I remember the grey-hair-lauding from ConJose. (I had had my hair cut short a couple of years previously and kept meaning to send it to Locks of Love, so finally I just brought the ponytails to the con and dropped them off with the barbers.)