About a year ago, in anticipation of my pending appearance on television, I changed my hair slightly. I have worn my hair long for years. I occasionally catch a glimpse of myself in a reflection and will be dismayed to see a haggy looking old person looking back. But...I've cut my hair short several times in my life and I've always disliked it intensely. So, I continue to wear it long, now it is long and mostly gray. But, the style I got last summer was a bit of a change--a few layers, just to give it some body, and I really like it that way. It is still possible to French braid it or wear it up in a clip or a bun, so it wasn't too radical. This picture is from 1974...
This morning, I washed my hair, dried it, used the curling iron and the hair spray and I was pleased with the result.
I went to school, and about 1:00 P.M. a boy said, "Is this crazy hair day today?"
I replied, "Not that I know about, why?"
"Oh, you just looked like you fixed your hair for crazy hair day, that's all."
Hmmm...that's all.
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Don't you just love 4th graders?
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