Yesterday I went to pray at the altar of Richard the Hair God.
(For those of you new to Jenworld, read here and here to get up to speed.)
So there we are, chatting away, while Richard is working his magic. Nearing the end of the session, Richard takes a moment to look at my hair in the big mirror. He stops, tilts his head, and I can almost see the gears turning.
Then Richard says, "Girlfriend, I think we're going to let your hair get a bit longer."
In case you've never met me, let me give you a quick visual of how my hair generally looks:
I don't look like Jamie Lee Curtis, and my hair is brown, but this is otherwise a pretty decent representation of my hair for many years now.
I said, "Richard! You just cut off all mah hair!"
(Yes, I was so surprised that my southern accent slipped back in a bit.)
Richard replied, "Oh sweetie, I know, but I'm thinking we could do a chunked out bob here and ..." His hands were moving all over the place as he talked, generating idea after idea.
I agreed we'd talk about it when I'm next in -- BEFORE he starts cutting.