Tie o’ the Day and I are so dang exuberant at the thought of the impending end of The Dreaded 12- month Hair Saga. June 1st will find us knocking at Miss Tiffany’s GREAT CLIPS door before the door is even unlocked. We are elated. Miss Tiffany, who also cuts Suzanne’s hair, has told Suzanne at more than one of her cuts that she has missed wrangling my hair this year. I know it has nothing to do with missing my hair. Miss Tiffany has simply missed my neckwear.
Who could actually miss my thin, straight hairs? No one. This photo is evidence that not only did I not cut my hair for a year, I didn’t even get it trimmed. Scraggly, shaggy, mangy, and unbecoming. Yup, that’s my hair. (Unfortunately, it’s kinda like that even after I get it cut.)
I had originally agreed to grow out my hairs for however long it took until they were long, flowing locks. But I caved a bit from what some of you voted for. Suzanne started threatening to boot me and my hairs around the fourth month of growth, and I finally lost patience with them around the six-month mark. If I didn’t need to look in the mirror occasionally to make sure my eyebrows and nose hairs are combed, I would have quit looking in the mirror at my scary head hairs sometime around Halloween. So I set the goal of 1 year of head fur growth. An actual time limit for the venture has helped me survive my head hairs horrifying aura.
Our last Hairs Thursday will be tomorrow.