Well, welcome back, me! I finally got my new computer and now I’m ready to do some posting! At least I hope I am. The new computer works great, but I’m still in the process of trying to figure out how to get photos stored on one computer into my picture-sharing site and then access it from this new computer. I figure a good night’s sleep will make it all clear for me very soon.
But in the meantime, I will work with what I’ve got!
A few weeks ago, I decided it was time to get my hair cut. It was getting out of control. For years I have been advised that old ladies should not have long hair and I have, for the most part, ignored that advice. I figure that a couple of the privileges I’ve earned by virtue of living 65 years is that to say and wear pretty much anything I want, and look pretty much any damn way I choose.
And I take full advantage of that. I’ve been waiting all my life to be a crusty, shocking old broad and my time has finally arrived.
So if I want to wear my hair long, then so be it. Others may not like it, but the old hippie in me totally likes it. However, even I sometimes recognize that enough is enough. Here’s what my hair looked like a few weeks ago:
Not just long, but scraggly with loads of split ends. The hair of the Mexican bruja [witch].
Since my friend Ric was due to arrive in a couple of weeks, I decided it was time to at least cut off the split ends. I mean, you can’t greet the high school homecoming king with split ends; right?
Haircuts are, for the most part, cheap in the Lake Chapala area of Mexico. Oh, sure, there are those “salons” that cater to gringas that can run you 200 pesos or more, but here in Joco I could have gotten a nice trim for probably 50 pesos. Right around the time of these pictures, a new place had opened up on the carretera [highway] in Joco advertising cuts for 25 pesos. But I figured that if I walked in with my mop of hair and asked for the 25-peso cut, the girl would pass out.
So I decided that I would visit another of our local haircutters and get it taken care of.
But that was before I stumbled on an article on the London Daily Mail. The Daily Mail is a site that I visit everyday to get a dose of English gossip about celebrities and the royals. [And, yes, I know I should be ashamed, but just refer to the paragraph above about the privileges of getting old, and know that I am not.]
In this particular article, the writer bemoaned the fact that the average haircut in London cost about 70 pounds. Now that’s a lot of money! The author then mentioned that many women in London were cutting their own hair to avoid these exorbitant costs and gave step-by-step instructions on how to cut your own long hair. [The method she tried would not work for women with short hair.] Here’s a link to the article if you are interested: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2145423/Is-DIY-hairdo-shortcut-disaster-As-women-skip-salon-save-money-brave-volunteer-tries-cutting-hair.html
Readers, by now you must know that I am a bit, shall we say, thrifty. “Things” are not really important to me, nor is money, except for the ability to live on a minimal amount. I mean, the lack of funds is what induced me to move to Jocotepec, Jalisco, Mexico, in the first place. Here I can live well on my limited funds. In the US, I probably couldn’t live at all. I’d be starving to death or homeless or both.
But that is neither here nor there as regards this post. This post is about the great haircut project of 2012. And you are about to see a step-by-step photo album of how it went down. Are you ready?
Now the first thing you have to do is bend over and pull all your long hair into a rubber band thingy of some sort:
This may seem simple to most of you, but when you are as fat as I am, with high blood pressure, this may be a life-threatening event. Hence my decision to employ my friend Jonnie as photographer and nurse-on-duty. She could not only snap great pictures, but could possibly resuscitate me if I passed out. What a great friend to have!
Now if you are trying this at home, you want to make sure that the rubber band thingy is centered on your forehead and at your hairline. That is, you wanna look like a unicorn with a floppy horn [don’t get me started on floppy-horned unicorn jokes]:
The instructions about deciding at what point to cut off your “horn” are defined in the Daily Mail article. Suffice to say that, at the last minute, I lost my nerve about doing a really drastic change and decided to only cut about six inches off. Here’s me making the initial cut:
[See the fear in my eyes?]
And then I panicked! No, really, I did. I forgot all the instructions for the next step! What to do? What to do? So I did what any computer-semi-literate in 2012 would do, I ran to the computer to find the original article and read up again on the next step. And, no, you are NOT going to see pictures of that! I know that every woman reading this is doubting it, but I really do have SOME pride!
Instructions in mind, I continued bravely on. Point the scissors straight up, it said, into your ponytail, and start snipping away until it looks like your father’s shaving brush. Now, I suppose that’s a decent instruction, but my father never used a shaving brush to my knowledge. He was strictly a go-to-the-barber guy until he became an electric razor guy.
Nonetheless, I courageously went on until my ponytail looked like this:
And then it was time for the great reveal! Are you ready? No, really, are you ready? Because here it comes!
Pretty darn impressive, isn’t it??? [Well, okay, maybe not so much.]
But personally I am thrilled that for one of the few times in my life I actually did something by myself instead of paying for it. And, oh, yeah, I know it shows! But I would not have missed it!
Here’s your video song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dyl0j3WU6Y