Some years ago, I started meeting women who told me they cut their own hair. I could not imagine it. I wore a plain blunt cut, and thought if I ever cut my hair it would be so crooked it would be awful.
Some few years ago, my hair started getting wavy. I changed my straight blunt cut to something with layers and waves. A few weeks ago, I the haircut I paid for was not quite to my satisfaction. Over the course of a few evenings, I trimmed away at the hair I did not want, and produced a cute cut for myself.
This weekend, I cut my hair again. It did not come out quite as cute. I need the nape of my neck shaved, and it is not as good looking a cut as I wanted. But, it will do. I will have to break down and get a professional cut soon.
Maybe I should be more concerned about the look of my hair. I have never been fashion conscious, and it shows in my dress, hair, and lack of make up. I am so glad that working in a prison supports professional but not necessarily attention getting style. And, it is nice that I am getting to the age in my life where I can say I have lived long enough, I deserve to be as individualistic as I want to be.
But of course, our age should not dictate that. We should always feel free to be as individualistic as we want to be. But for some reason older aged women are more able to get away with it!
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