I cut my own hair last month. Yeah, I did it and I don’t care. I haven’t had time to go to the salon–I don’t really enjoy it regardless–so I just chopped it off one night. Truth to tell, it had horrendous snarls in it that I could not brush out, so I just said fuck it,where are the scissors? I was just washing it and throwing it up in a bun whether or not I had time to comb it out or not anyway. It got to a point where I never had time to comb it out and it got really tangled, then knotted. It was terrible and unhealthy. Plus, I started playing with it too, knotting it even more. {{{STRESS}}} I just didn’t have the time or inclination to deal with it. I was working too much and then my mom is staying with us right now. She had a stroke in September and I have had to try to help her. She is a needy handful, and not just because of the stroke. She lives 3 hours away and I couldn’t just send her home. I can’t make it up there to help her so I moved her to a facility close to me, then to my house once she was discharged from the facility. We did have home care for a few weeks but that has ended too. It has been rough and an adjustment for both of us. She wants to go home. I want her to go home. I just want her to be safe.
So I cut my hair off. I am lucky that curly hair is very forgiving and I could do that. I just cut above the worst of the snarls then evened it out as best as I could. It isn’t perfect but it actually looks cute. I have gotten many compliments on it. I am quite proud of it now. Ha!
I’ll have to post a picture soon.
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