Contrary...moi??

As if!

A year ago I had long hair, the real deal, lots of the stuff and it drove me crazy! I have hair that has a closer affinity to a sheep's fleece than to that, of let's, say Demi Moore, not for me a sleek, straight, perfect mane sadly and if left to it's own devices I begin to bear a strong resemblance to Crystal Tipps.

Consequently much time was wasted with what the manufacturers strangely now term 'product', and with electrical devices, hair dryers, straightening irons and the like in an endeavor to look presentable. All to no avail. One hint of dampness in the air and the moment I stepped outside up it would spring again. Despite all the effort involved I persevered with it, I had not had hair of any magnitude since I was 14, I grew it when I moved North figuring no one knew me so if I looked a mess for the interim no matter.

And so it was, it took two years to grow and having finally got there, within 6 months I was fed up with all the fiddling and straightening etc. and this week last year I ventured into a local salon and had it cut off! The stylist was not happy, she feared I would regret it, I assured her I would not, after all it was only hair. Still she would not be persuaded that I really meant short, as in very short! No one she said went from long to very short in one hit......I do I insisted, "I have had short hair most of my life",I assured her "it's no big deal" cut it"!....but no, it became hilarious, the whole salon became embroiled in this decision, various stylist's telling me I would live to wish I had hair and gathering round making 'helpful' suggestions.

Those of you who are regulars here may recall that I don't have much time for the inane carryings on that seem part and parcel of any hairdressing salon, I avoid the places like the plague and finally in amusement and some frustration at this poor girls fear of retribution should she hack off my hair I snatched the scissors from their resting place on the side, pulled up a big lump of hair from the crown of my head and cut off 8 inches..."there now" I said........"you have to finish it now"! This caused some hilarity but it did the trick and an hour later, the somewhat nervous young stylist ejected me from the seat, still crowing that I would regret it and that she had never been asked to cut off so much in one go! For goodness sake.

A year on?.........bugger!........ok, ok, I admit I regret it, I will live of course, it is not one of life's major disasters. It is of course easy, it's not hot, it dries in 10 minutes instead of 2 hours, it doesn't get in the way, doesn't require copious amounts of attention and is tidy but I miss it and what it does require of course is 6 weekly treks to the bloody hairdresser and we know how I feel about that!

Thus, it is abandoned again to the birds nest stage while I re-grow it all over again....Goddamn.........another two years!

Contrary? moi?