Straight Dos

I got my hair cut today. I realized that it had been 5 months since my last hair cut (see August 5th). I remember after my last cut I felt so excited that my curls had new life breathed into them. This time after my trim, my stylist (that's right, a stylist) asked if I wanted my hair straightened. I almost always say no, but she convinced me...and I was enjoying the conversation as one art history major to another. I am not one for stylists, make-up...even lotion gives me the creeps, needless to say I am what you would call a "low maintenance" gal (at least in this department), but as I left the salon with a new "do", my christmas coat and places to be, I was reminded that pleasures often come, for me, from the simple parts of life. Completing a task, having goal, meeting a friend unexpectedly for a brisk walk...but today I would have to say my greatest pleasure, albiet a bit sinister, was having numerous friends not recognize me at first. Who knew losing the curls would be such a good disguise. I wonder what contacts, or lipstick would do?!...ohhh of the posibilites for deceit.

Curls

I remember a friend of mine writing a short story in college about being sheared. She was studying in New Zealand, constantly surrounded by sheep, and wrote about the feeling of freedom and release that came with cutting her long blond hair up to her chin. If you have had long hair, you might know this feeling. As you grow your hair it becomes a part of you: lightening up as your body darkens with the sun, trapping the smells that you smell, taking your abuse as you put it up and pull it out of its "do". I remember making the decision to cut off my long hair, wanting a drastic change, but feeling anxious about how much of a change that would be. But I went through with it...and, well, that was fourth grade and I have yet to do it again! Sooo maybe being sheared is not my stitch, but an impromptu haircut on a warm summer day that brings back life to my curls...that I can do!