Sometimes I’m so cheap. Can I blame that on hormones too?
I used to think I was frugal. Now it’s just plain cheapness.
Know how I know? I cut my own hair. Yup I do. I also do my own nails – I just don’t understand paying to have someone paint my nails – but I digress…
I started cutting my hair in highschool. I’m actually pretty good, if I do say so myself. I’ve even cut the hair of a few brave friends -OK, mostly guys who didn’t care how it turned out.
But now I have a pretty nifty blunt, bob do and it’s tricky to cut while backwards with two mirrors.
Anyhoo, today I realized that I need a haircut. I contemplated getting the mirrors out and then I stopped myself. I broke down and made an appointment at the salon.
Have I become so complacent, so comfy, so tired, that I don’t even care if my hair looks like I cut it backasswards in the mirror?
I once told a girlfriend of mine to kill me if I ever got that way. (Hello J.C. I’m talking to you).
Well that was me as of this morning. But as of this afternoon things will change.
Time for me to pull it together. Bring back the Me who cared a little more.
Hmm, I may even colour it too…
Until next time.
