Mundane to some, a luxury to me. I booked a haircut. I have long hair – almost waist length – because it is quick, easy and cheap to care for. I’m pretty lucky that it looks flipping awesome most days – but that is partly genetics and partly chance.
Being a single parent house (sorry family in London – no offence) with no backup means that most of my attention goes on earning the resources to keep us housed or fixing something to do with the kiddo or just being with a few friends for an hour or so once a week. I forget to look after myself apart from daily routine stuff unless I put it in the diary.
But I justified a proper haircut to myself when getting ready for work yesterday when while brushing, some hair broke. Hair breakage – for the uninitiated – is a cardinal sin, an absolute no no, a Malcolm X By Any Means Necessary event to keep that from happening again.
It is like a car, it is easier to maintain good working order via a little care and attention in checking the oil, water, coolant, tyres, plugs and leads periodically than it is to attend to those things during a breakdown at the side of the motorway on a dark winters evening.
So, I called my hairdresser, booked the appointment for a week and a half hence, and am actually looking forward to the experience. An hour out for 4 months easy maintenance is a no brainer really.
I always feel swishy after a good haircut. I really shouldn’t put it off so often. My hairdresser is talented, quick, nice and no nonsense… all the attributes I value in a service provider. I should really diarise the next haircut now, save all this faffing next time. I may well do that.
On a side note, my boss’s favourite joke is thus:
“I once dated a woman with long hair all down her back….. and some on her head too”… then he chortles himself into dizziness and that makes me laugh out loud every time.