Not So Much a Haircut As a Complete Reinvention

It occurred to me, somewhat belatedly, that the whole "Going Goth" post title might have had a few of you wondering if I had dyed my hair black rather than cutting it all off.

I did not.

I'm a decade and a half too late for that kind of drama. Still, I don't think the change could have been much more dramatic. I will mostly let the pictures speak for themselves.

Do I look nervous? No? Well then I'm totally faking it. This was a rather major decision, though in the scheme of things it is rather shallow I suppose.

One last moment to change my mind . . . .

Past the point of no return. I think I look a little shell-shocked. Eleven inches.

While I was at it, I decided to get highlights too. It isn't just that Goldilocks (my hairdresser) gives a fantastic cut and styles my hair better than anyone I've ever had, she is also the World's Best Colorist. Really, I think she is.

End result. Wow. I'm still in a bit of shock in this picture. But now I'm about three weeks out and I love it. Less time, less hassle, less shampoo . . . . less HAIR. Unfortunately it is going to mean more haircuts. I still haven't worked out what I'm going to do yet.

I know! I'll write a novel that everyone wants to read, become independently wealthy and fly to Utah every eight weeks so that Goldilocks can take care of me. Isn't she adorable? She is a friend of my sister's from high school, and a perfect beautician. Not only is she incredibly skilled, but she is so genuinely friendly and interested that I found myself talking almost exclusively about me for and hour and half! It was only later that my sister told me that Goldilocks doesn't just run marathons (which I knew, and she briefly talked about) , but that she WON the female division in a 100 miler last year!!! Anyway, if you are looking for a fantastic haircut from a truly wonderful person and you happen to live near my parents, give me a call and I will pass on Goldilocks' real name and number.