There’s a rumor going around that old women shouldn’t have long hair. I’m taking issue with that idea. How else do you hide your old neck?
There’s so much an old woman can do with her long hair:
- Hide sagging breasts,
- Put it in a bun and carry a cane to entice Boy Scouts to help cross the street,
- Crochet a sweater out of the strands that fall out of her head and grace her black sweaters,
- Put it in pigtails and pretend she’s in her second childhood.
It’s April 9th, and snowing. How do you keep your ears warm at night with short hair?
I’ve been getting subtle cut-your-hair hints. I won’t list them all, let’s just say hints came from friends, Romans, and countrymen. It would make this piece TOO LONG and you might just change channels. So here’s just one hinter:
Me to John, “Do you think I should cut my hair?”
This is a person who never ever, ever, criticizes the way I look. Does this shirt make me look fat? No. Can you tell I’m not wearing a bra? No, you look fine.
So “Maybe,” is a really big deal.
This morning I chopped off a couple inches. I could’ve made an appointment with a hairdresser. But I really hate getting my hair dressed. They make me sit in a chair and stare at myself with really bad lighting. They talk. They take forever. Then I pay and tip. And when I get home I rewash my hair and cut some more off—Fix it. So why not just skip the middleman or middlewoman?
So it’s cut. But, guess what? It still hides my neck.
PS. Don’t the clips of hair (in the top photo) look like smiles? Maybe some look like frowns. Nah. They’re all smiles.