Having realised that my head is either divesting itself of all its foliage, or turning the said foliage into varying shades of silver and grey, am now debating whether a sleek elfin crop might be just what I need. Anything to cut down periodic maintenance (involving dye brush and chemicals) and not need a comb run through it at regular intervals through the day. And anything that reduces shampooing and conditioning time to two seconds on the morning mayhem run. Yup, I’m a Porsche. I can go from zero to 100 in ten seconds. Two of which should include shampooing and conditioning the mane everyday. Makeup and combing happens in the car. Of course. The driver knows by now that he needs to warn me when approaching a speedbreaker or bear the consequences of eyeliner gone awry.
And since, as usual, I will debate this point with all friends and aquaintances in the real world until they take off their shoes and sprint the minute mile as they see me approaching, will put the proposal to my blogging pals. What say you, shall I visit a scissor happy stylist right now and get shorn?
The husband feels if I need to rid myself of the excess weight, it should be from the rest of the torso, and I am inclined to agree. But then, it is summer. And so damn humid. I wouldnt mind doing a Persis Khambatta had I been sure the scalp was a perfect round, with no ugly indentations.
For the moment, the thought new look is a Meg Ryan, When Harry Met Sally look with heavy duty highlighting in platinum. Radical from the existent superlong layers.
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