I haven't had a haircut in almost 2 years.
That may sound like a long time to those who go for a trim every three weeks, but it really isn't, in terms of length - only something like 10 inches.
The last time I left it alone that long, it rebelled with split ends. But then, that's prob'ly got more to do with environment - Beijing is dry as chalk. It's also cold, so having all that hair is sometimes useful.
This time, I haven't found a single split end. However, I've been contemplating a trim since December, mainly due to the heat. Australia is notoriously hot in summer. But that obviously didn't work out. I was re-inspired recently when I broke open a new bottle of shampoo, purchased at the lavender farm in Tasmania.
Hard as I tried, I couldn't get it to lather. An entire heaping handful only generated a weak alliance of suds. I've never felt so annoyed with soap.
So, the other day, I try to enroll my mother to the snippy task. That's despite her less than spotless track record (she once cut someone's ear). But she was reluctant.
It's a pity, she said, before launching into tales about how she had hair up to the waist in her youthful days. She would wear it in braids, 'like an Indian girl', was how she described it.
Who has so much time to mess with their hair? I retorted.
I only washed it once a week, she continued.
Oh.
Oh dear.
Guess I'll be going to the hairdresser's, then.
PS! I've reached new heights (or depths, as it may be) in penny-pinching! $3.80 for a haircut!
