Monday, April 4, 2011


Yesterday I handed my mother a comb and the scissors and asked her to cut four inches off the end of my hair.  That's not much hair for me - just the very unhealthy ends of about two feet of thick curls.  When it dried, my hair flew up into curls below my shoulders, so now it reaches the top of the small of my back when it's dry and my hips when it's wet.  It's not a very big change - just curlier and lighter and healthier now, and that's the way I like it.
I was partially inspired to cut my hair by Kuzu, who cut her already-short hair into an incredibly chic face-framing pixie-ish haircut (with bangs!  Super-cute bangs!), but I'm not as brave as she is... maybe one day.  It's weird to think that before I gave my mother scissors I hadn't gotten my hair cut for about three years... and it wasn't really cut as much as trimmed a bit.
Good morning, US people!


  1. Heehee, I am a trend-setter!
    It turns out if you cut your hair short, though, people want to touch it. So if you ever do... be warned.

  2. You are always a trend-setter!
    I am sure that the next time I see you I'll touch your hair...

    Once we were playing with Mike's hair and the next day he cut it short enough so that it was even more fun to touch - all fuzzy.... I think he was annoyed.