I recently became the proud owner of a bad haircut. Itβs true! And I had such high hopes for it.
I have naturally pretty curly hair, so sometimes if you style it just right, it coils up real tight and is way, way shorter than intended.
Even the hairdresser (who, it must be mentioned was having A VERY BAD DAY ALREADYβlike, she got a nosebleed mid-haircut and couldnβt get it to stop) couldnβt hide her reaction. I had been head-down as she scrunched and blow-dried, then I flipped up and caught her reaction in the mirrorβ¦
I do not blame her! I blame the mysterious coils and their dark web of lies and mystery! She did quickly say she thought it was very cute and I assured her that I thought so too.
After I got home from the cut, my youngest kept giving me looks all day. After a few hours of sideways glances, he finally bestowed his honest opinion.
To which I said, βAre you joking?β And he said, βSadly, I am not joking.β
The child is unflinchingly honest, which I actually admire very much. Heβs still working on not hurting other peopleβs feelings, which is understandable. Weβre all still working on that.
I keep reminding myself: itβs only hair! It will grow back! Some people donβt get to have haircuts, because they donβt have hair, or they donβt have person to cut it, or money to pay for it.
Also some people are dead and they canβt get haircuts at all. When Annie got sick, her hair came out in knots. It never grew back.
Anyway, itβs not that bad of a haircut. Iβm starting to like it!
See? I feel like itβs giving both Inigo Montoya and Fezzik from the Princess Bride, and in that way itβs got a kind of abused henchman/medieval peasant vibe that seems to work for these late capitalist times.
In other news, I am hard at work on the Huge Commission that is currently taking up all my time (an artistβs gotta eat!) so thatβs why these posts have slowed a little. Plus, itβs summer! I just got back from a three-week trip! And I have a gloriously huge bowl of a chair in the yard and I am committed to living in it for several hours a week. When Iβm not drawing, Iβm in the chairβreading or pretending to read with my eyes closed.
Itβs a dream.
But, the chair hasnβt been getting as much action lately, because I returned from my travels with a souvenir: a mild case of COVID. So Iβm writing this to you from the confines of my bedroom, where Iβm eating cold tempeh from a bowl that was prepared several hours ago by my husband. Itβs wild being in a room all by myself, especially after spending the summer with so many kids, pets, and people around. Iβm alone! Iβm uninterruptible! Iβm getting so much done! I forgot to eat the tempeh!
I do have to pause for naps and nose-blowing occasionally, so itβs not all progress, but Iβm glad itβs a mild case. Iβll be back amongst the peoples in no time.
Until then, Iβm sincerely yours with the weird hair and the magical chair,
ππ»Becca Lee, Haunted Librarianππ»
π idk I kinda like the hair
Is this why I havenβt seen you? Youβre hiding the hair?