About three weeks ago, long before the vacation, Francine who cuts my hair said it was time for a trim. I said no.
This isn’t based on any distrust or dismissal of Francine, it has to do with what Helaine likes – longer hair. With our vacation coming, I thought I’d let it grow. I do so little to my hair nowadays that long or short, it’s pretty much the same minimal work for me.
I understand that for work purposes short might be better, more businesslike. I’m not fighting that.
I did have to promise Francine that when I got back I’d call and that she’d squeeze me in. I’ve just returned from the salon.
Maybe at my age I should be thrilled I have hair at all! Here are my before and after pictures: