After a long time of wanting to get my hair trimmed, I finally made a stop at the beauty shop. Paul was the only one with me, since we stopped on the way home from a Masterclass at his piano teacher’s house.
We went to a really neat place, and the owner and his family are wonderful friends of ours. While the lady was cutting my hair, Jeff called over from where he was cutting hair, “Sally, I’m in hair shock”, about how much hair I was getting cut off. I assured him Andrew would not mind.
Sure enough, when I got home, after I was home for a little bit, I asked Andrew two or three times, “Do you notice anything?” It took him a little while, and then he said, “You got your hair cut?” Of course, he did know what to look for since I had told him before I left this morning I was planning to stop and get my hair cut. As he has told me before, he said again, “I really don’t care” (not being unkind, but in a you-can-do-what-you-like way).
This evening as I was combing Hannah’s hair after her bath, I asked her if she thought my short hair was cute. She said, “It’s cute like a lion with a mane.” As we discussed it, she told me she thought I looked better with long hair. I assured her I liked both, but I had had really long hair for over 30 years, and now I was enjoying short hair.
Already I am enjoying the easier combing of my “lion’s mane” hair.