The Last Longhaired Day

All week whenever I have thought about my upcoming haircut appointment I have been clapping my hands in delight, squealing with excitement and skipping with glee.

I’ve been longhaired for quite a while now but the time has come for the Big Chop. That’s right, it’s all coming Off. I like to go to extremes. I’ll dither for a little while and then suddenly the urge to chop consumes me entirely. I’ve reached that stage now. I think I’ve done all the photoshoots with long hair that I need to (and besides, I’ve smashed my camera into oblivion and won’t have it back for up to six weeks [sob]), so it’s … Off with my hair!

Today is my last day that it can waft in the breeze and I can shake my hair that clichéd way those girls do in the movies, all slow-mo and Vaseline-lensed. It’s my last hurrah … Hurrah!