Today it’s been one year since I had a hair cut. Considering that I got my hair cut every four or five weeks, I’m thinking I saved enough money to almost cover my cross stitching supplies but I doubt Vince would view it that way.
I had an appointment scheduled for February but was in Missouri so I cancelled it and then by the time I got back and tried to make an appointment, the lady who cuts my hair was on vacation and then salons shut down and . . well, I wish I had gotten a hair cut during the brief time that Covid seemed to have slowed down a little.
I’ve been trimming it myself. Sometimes I cut it and think . . I’m doing a darned good job. The next time, I butcher it and keep trimming trying to improve upon the mess I’ve made. Of course, I can only trim what I see so the back . . well, let’s just say I’m looking pretty shaggy. I think ‘m just gong to let it grow and stop cutting it so at least IF I ever feel brave enough to get a real hair cut, there will be enough there to cut.