. . . to get a hair cut. I’m very excited.
In the chapter on hair in my book, all the hairstylists said there are no longer rules about hair length after a certain age. In theory I agree. In practice, as in chez moi, I don’t. At the moment my hair is as long as it was in my 20s. I can have the cutest high, long ponytail you can imagine and oh, do I love scooping my hair up into a ponytail.
|This times three I’m afraid.|
However, I think I must get back to my personal golden rule which is: No breaking at the shoulders. The woman who cuts my hair is a genius so I’m sure we’ll come up with something easy and pretty and I’ll still be able to have a little ponytail when the spirit moves me.
I’ll give you a report.