It has been nine months since my last hair cut, but today is the day. For those of you who were wondering, most people grow about four and a half inches of hair in nine months. Ewww.
First off, I'm a bit embarrassed. Whenever I let things go for this long (like my teeth between cleanings or my feet between pedicures), I feel compelled to begin my appointment with a slew of fairly lame excuses. I then make the situation more awkward by saying things like, "I trim it myself with kitchen shears!" or "I've been flossing - on Tuesdays!" or "I shave off my own callouses!" These statements are neither funny nor impressive.
I'm also concerned about my outfit. While it's not a bad outfit, really, I'm not sure that it's the most me outfit I could have put on today. I mean, what if they give me a hair cut to match it, and then I'm stuck looking like Meryl Streep in Out of Africa? So the pants are kind of high-waisted and the shirt is vaguely safari-esque, but that doesn't mean that I'm committed to this look. It was just a sartorial fluke.
I'll let you know.