When Inspiration Goes Awry...

Sometimes inspiration strikes and 'IT' seems like a really good idea.

My recent inspiration had been percolating for a few weeks, so, it's not like I rushed into anything. I decided I should cut my hair. Short.

I've gone to my hairstylist, Michael, for 22 years, so he really knows me, and my hair. He thought it was a good idea. Dave thought it was a good idea. And since I'd been thinking about it for a while, I really thought it was a good idea.

After the cut, there was more hair on the floor, than on my head. Uh oh!

Before Dave came home from work, he asked how things turned out. When he arrived, he offered "fresh flowers for hair cut day." Tender.

I think I'm doomed for a few bad hair days ahead of me; at least until it grows out again. Like "the sister" in this video clip, I too have considered scampering under the bed and living out my life in darkness. But then, I remember that somewhere along the way of turning 40, I've chilled a bit and things don't really bother me much anymore. So, I guess I can live with looking like a total dork for a few months.



I hope you are having a great hair day!