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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

Coal Creek Farm on Facebook

The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

The Harlem Shake and My Hair

Who thinks the Harlem Shake is just dumb? Who thinks it’s fun? Who doesn’t care? If you don’t know what the heck I’m talking about, then God bless you and carry on with your life.

Yeah, enough about that, let’s talk about me and my hair.

I got sick of my hair. I just felt like I had sported the long hair for long enough.

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I started off slow and just hacked away at my bangs.  I had bangs for at least a week before Clay noticed.

I cut my bangs, they are crooked.  I took this with my phone while I sat waiting for my son to finish a musical rehearsal in Kansas City.  I was bored, I had to wait 2 hours that day.  I need to learn how to knit because I finished all the little projects I had brought with me and then it was just me and the phone.

I cut my bangs, they are crooked. I took this with my phone while I sat waiting for my son to finish a musical rehearsal in Kansas City. I was bored, I had to wait 2 hours that day. I need to learn how to knit because I finished all the little projects I had brought with me and then it was just me and the phone.

When the bangs were no longer doing it for me I decided I needed to do something more drastic.  So, one dark and stormy night, I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and asked my daughter to chop it off  in a straight line. Except, somewhere in her primary education, my daughter was never taught how to cut a straight line and I had crooked chopped hair.

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I may have panicked a little and asked everyone to leave the bathroom (yes, there were at least four of us in the bathroom at the time). I shut the door to asses the damage. I spent the next hour hacking a path through my hair and then realized I couldn’t do this alone.
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I called my friend, Beth, to come over the next day and straighten the back for me.  It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t great.  Beth reminded me several times not to cut my hair without calling her FIRST.  Beth is a very smart woman.

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I sported my home-made chop for a few months.  I went to Clay’s office Christmas party in St. Louis where I danced on a stress fracture all night in high-heeled boots.   Then for more fun I got up the next morning and walked all over Forest Park.  By the time I got in the car to head home my ankle was drooping over the side of my shoe and I’d stretched the top of my sock out so much that it looks more like a cloth diaper than a sock.  So, that was fun.

I wasn’t allowed to exercise anymore, so I had a lot of time to think about my bad hair cut.

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Finally, I decided to go get my hair done by someone who can see the back of my head and cut a straight line at the same time.  Then I realized…..crap this short hair is a lot of maintenance.  I’ll probably be sporting that long hair again this summer.

 

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