If You're Only Planning to Read One Post Today, Go With the Veggie Tales (Not This One)

You can probably tell that both of these photos are self-portraits. I only post these because there are those in other cities and states who probably won't be seeing me for several weeks.

Yesterday morning I washed my hair for the first time since getting it cut. I knew that it would feel really strange to have it all end at the base of my neck, but still it was shocking, and I found myself in a quandry about whether or not to use conditioner. Figuring out whether or not to use conditioner, by the way, is somewhat like trying to remember whether or not you've brushed your teeth the week after you've started caring for a new baby. It's a question you never thought you'd have to ask.

Then the question became, what am I going to do with this. You see, I'd gotten into the very convenient habit of doing absolutely nothing with my hair post-washing. I'd let it air dry and whatever would be would be. I might possibly, but only possibly, run a comb through it once, and my fingers through it once in a while, while it dried in an attempt to keep my bangs out of my face.

Yesterday I chose to spend a little haphazard time on the subject. I combed my hair with a wide toothed comb, and then I put some caviar mousse in it. I think the caviar mousse was a mistake. I then used an aerated round brush (the electric kind) to give it some shape. I really think the process backfired, and next time I'll try letting it do what it wants to do--again. What will be interesting is seeing what happens next time I wash it at night and allow it to air dry while I sleep, something I assume my hair-dresser would never advise. Still, I'm happy to have this shorter cut, and I'm glad I did it.

I'll describe my rationale behind the hair-cutting at a later date, as well as the reason why my decision to do so was even an issue.