My new haircut is so short…
…that it was completely dry before I stepped out of the shower.
…that the North Carolina potty police would eye me suspiciously were I to use the loo there.
…that polite children under the age of five will call me “sir.”
…that Dumbo is jealous of my ear size.
…that I’m thankful for my DD breasts.
…that having a cuter face would be nice.
…that I like it, while at the same time it needs to grow a bit before I love it.
No makeup, just me. Look at those freckles!!! Where’s my medal for bravery?
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
It is a short haircut, but I like it. (Incidentaly, the hair drying quickly after getting out the shower is one of my favorite things about a new haircut.)
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I used to wear mine this short, but it’s been many years. I know I’ll like it once I get over the goofy shape of my face. And big nose. And giant ears. And freckles the size of Volkswagen beetles. Sigh.
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You look just fine, you need to give it time to belong.
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It’s a shock every time I look in the mirror.
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Now that I understand. I caught sight of a stalker in the reflection 0f the aptly named ‘hardware shop’ window. A flash of recognition overcame me, so whipping round quick I jerked my neck … it hurt like the devil, but nowhere was she to be seen. That’s when I realised, I scared myself with … myself. Shocking.😇😉
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Of course, the good thing about a woman’s haircut is that even if you later decide it’s a little short, it grows back in again soon. For men, it’s not always this certain.
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As far as I know there’s no female baldness in my family, but I will be 60 in October, so….
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I had a cut today, five inches, five inches of Winter growth, five inches of chocolate brown beauty. I braced myself and didn’t relax, as she snipped and chipped away. I don’t look like a car, you can’t see my ears. Look close and in my face you will see the crooked fringe my Mother left, the stubble she chopped in in anger the bruised scalp that hurt for days. I don’t relish a haircut but I don’t look a bugger this time.
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My mom was an angry hair brusher. I’d sob and she just brushed more vigorously.
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Now that I understand. I caught sight of a stalker in the reflection 0f the aptly named ‘hardware shop’ window. A flash of recognition overcame me, so whipping round quick I jerked my neck … it hurt like the devil, but nowhere was she to be seen. That’s when I realised, I scared myself with … myself. Shocking.😇😉
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Lol! I’ve talked to a strange person in a mirror before, only to discover it was my own reflection. I might’ve been drunk.
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I was sober (not a good drinker) but what was scary was, I thought my Mother was following me. To my terror it was me.
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Somehow I sent that twice, although funny I am sure once was enough. Please un approve.
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Lol!
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Aww, it’s not that short.
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