New Do

New hairdo selfie has a dual meaning for me. First it means what all young people think of as a selfie and that is a picture I took of myself in my new do, but for me it means the hairstyle I was able to do myself the day after it was cut.

Yesterday I went to see my hair stylist Kathy at Sling Blades and told her it was time to cut all my hair off. The last and only time I had hair this short was at Ronald Reagan’s second inaugural when I went to the ball with a friend who needed a real girl as a date. That haircut then was so horrible that I have never gone back to really short hair.

But I am thinner now than I was then. In fact, yesterday I was half a pound away from what I thought was my goal weight so I decided it was a good time to chance a shorter look. I also was thinking ahead to my summer travels to Africa and Maine where the lack of hair styling products and electricity meant that I was going to have fairly horrible hair to begin with.

I am a self-professed hair moron. I am not good at styling hair. I can get a round brush so tangled in four inches of hair that professionals need to be called in. That means I have to have a great stylist who can give me a completely idiot proof cut. I think that is what I got because I showered and did my own hair this morning and in the blink of Vidal Sassoon’s eyelashes I was able to recreate the salon look Kathy gave me yesterday.

Only time will tell if I am able to figure this thing out day in and day out, especially considering I have what the pros call a double crown cowlick. Does that mean I am royalty? Maybe it means I need to have a court hairstylist at all time. Nonetheless, my new do is cooler, and by that I mean temperature, it is easy and as long as I keep my mouth shut I can walk by some people and they don’t recognize me.