I took my camera to work today and asked one of my co-workers to take a picture of my hair from the back. I want a record of it. I came to work wearing my braid – when is it not braided - but the consensus was that the picture should be of it loose. Too loose, Lautrec – oh, boo.
I have worn my hair long for twenty five years. In
I asked Ian to take a picture too. He asked me if I’m sure I want to go through with this. It’s funny how ready I am. I can’t wait for the first time I sit on the deck with my spinning wheel in the morning and feel the breeze on my scalp. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that sensation, over twenty years. This is how people have seen me. I wonder if I will look much different tomorrow.