wherein vanity gets the better of me

if i don't get blown off the road, and if all the walk-in hair places haven't given up early and gone home because of the weather, i'm going to go get my hair cut.

i don't want to go anywhere i'd be known. that's the thing about these consumer commerce relationships - you get just friendly enough with people to talk about being pregnant, but not so close as to want to have to answer questions when it all goes down the toilet. i think that's one reason why i love trader joe's so much; i never went there while i was pregnant, so i don't have to endure any gawking.

my hair has not been cut since the day before hans's memorial service, partly because of wanting anonymity, partly because that last haircut (also anonymous) was also a scalping. literally. the longest piece of hair on my head was about an inch and a half; most of it was less than half an inch. but it finally looks bedraggled enough to motivate me to walk into yet another salon and try my luck.

i miss my old hairdresser. but not enough to go back.