#hurrdid

I chopped off half of my hair yesterday.

I’ll be 44 in a couple weeks, and I feel like I look way older than that.

New hair, ft. new hair accessory.

Considering a drastic haircut.

My office is freezing, so I have a sweatshirt on over my regular office clothes, thermal tights under my pants, fingerless gloves, and a heater under my desk.

I also grabbed one of our prop hats--a fleece phrygian cap--for warmth, as a felt top hat or tricorn is less serviceable on that front.

I jammed my hair up under it (static is a problem), and when I went to the bathroom earlier I thought HMMMMMMMMMM, maybe I could pull off something super-short but heavy-ish in the front? I’ve looked a pictures, but I’m no big-eyed, porcelain-skinned gamine, so I’m leery of pointing to Ginnifer Goodwin or Anne Hathaway as a “like this!” model. 

I’d only do it if I could keep the back trimmed on my own--I don’t have the time/energy/money to go to the salon every six weeks or whatever--and only after my friend V takes my picture at the end of of the month, after threatening to do it for the last six months. I looked so sickly and hollowed out after the breakup, I demurred.

Got my hair cut. It's shorter than I anticipated, but it was probably necessary.

As I said, I got a LOT of hair chopped off last night: at least six inches, maybe more. It used to reach halfway down my back, albeit with more of a “witchy hair farmer” than “mermaid” vibe. My head feels about 5 pounds lighter.

The dude who sheared me took positive aaaaages drying and curling and froofing me up, and it looked pretty great when I Ieft his chair (that’s the first test of a good haircut), but his herculean efforts were mostly undone by my damp, windy walk home.

This morning I was a bit less charmed by the whole affair, but I judged it decent enough leave the house after minimal unskilled fiddling (that’s the second test). The selfie up there is my skeptical, “well, I don’t hate it” expression.

The third test (what happens when I revert to my usual “sloth femme” routine of mostly-benign neglect) has yet to be broached, but as I’m considering going to the Sister College gym after work tonight, it is not long off. So we shall see.