Itís a good thing Iím not trying to impress anybody. Lucky for me I donít care what anyone thinks, because if I did, Iíd have to stay indoors for the next three weeks or so. Or wear a hat.
This haircut I got yesterday? Worst ever. I could have done better myself, with or without a mirror. Itís so uneven it looks as if my ďstylistĒ must have dropped stone cold dead halfway through the job. For almost the first time ever, I knew as soon as I left the salon that Iíd been butchered. Usually it takes until the next morning before I get totally disillusioned.
Iím not ashamed to appear in public with this horror on my head. But I hate walking past the bathroom mirror looking like a failed science experiment. On the other hand, I can hardly take my eyes off it when I do see it in the mirror. It has all the fascination of the aftermath of a natural disaster. That woman with the scissors was a tornado, and I was her personal trailer park.