A Whole New Ballgame

So I get up this morning and put on a headband and hat to go out to breakfast with the hubby...

My younger son came in from Jersey last night to do his Florida National Guard weekend. He flew in from Newark to Atlanta where he was postponed, cancelled, standby-ed for 2 flights and confirmed for one leaving Atlanta at 7:40 pm. He rented a car and drove in - and beat the flight....

His hair had gotten quite long and his plan originally - when he was going to get here at 2:40 in the afternoon - was to go to the barbershop and pay considerably less for a military cut than he would had to have paid in Princeton. Unfortunately, he got here late enough there were no barber shops open so we had to scissor it down and buzz it off. Fortunately, he has a nicely shaped head and looks quite handsome even with no hair...

I kept laughing while I was helping him which only made him ask how bad it was looking and did I mess it up. No, actually, it was NOT that it was messed up - it was just funny and during the transition I have to admit it looked rather like he had the mange!!! Upon completion, however, he looked fine.

I have told him for years now that he looks like my male clone counterpart. To which he always replies "I don't look a thing like you!" I tell you - he looks so much like me!

This morning after breakfast Ruben dropped me off at the Armory (where Troy had driven my car at 5:20 am) so I could pick up the car and do a few errands. I called my hairdresser and she was able to see me. I had her cut off all my remaining hair.

I did not go Kojak, more GI Jane. At first, before she started the clippers, I was a little weepy. So saying - once she started cutting I felt like I was really taking charge and doing something I had control over - I was getting rid of my hair on MY terms. I won't be lamenting the loss a clump at a time, I won't be lint roller-ing the pillow every morning to get rid of "fallout", I won't be grossed out by hair just being EVERYWHERE all the time.

I intend to take a picture of the two really really short haired of us - Troy and myself - when he gets back tomorrow.

All in all, I feel pretty good about this. I have scarves, turbans, hats, even a wig with which to go out and be seen in public. I have sunscreen which I will be applying daily - that skin hasn't seen the light of day since - oh wait, it has never seen the light of day - I had a head full of hair when I was born!!!

Of course, this is a bold enough move that a more dramatic eye makeup look was called for. I may have a GI "boy" hair cut, but I am still one of the girliest girls around.

I may even have to post a picture.