My dears, I have taken Teh Plunge. I have gone from this:
to something between this:
(sorry, I searched the net for a long time, but could find nothing more dignified!)
ABLE TO USE PRODUCT!
FREEING MYSELF OF THE DYE REGIME!
OK, caps off. (heh.)
It was just such a buzz when all the hair came off. I waited 7 weeks for this particular hairdresser, because I trust her, and it was so worth it. I wanted to keep my ponytail for my Box of Old Hair Colours (which sits next to the Box of Baby Teeth), and when it came off I got a rush of adrenalin which hasn't died down yet.
The only down side is that Best Beloved was very resistant to the idea of my long hair going away. He seems to think that long hair = feminine, fertile, and girly. I don't know which universe he's been living in for the last three years! Well, bad luck. It's my hair, my head and my life. I needed a change, and apart from leaving him (which I'm NOT going to do), a haircut is the next best thing.
He came home today, and peered around the corner at me. WELL? I asked (it's a uppercase sort of day today). Give me a couple of days, he said. It almost dampened my good mood. But he is a very conservative chappie, despite his anarchic moments, so I suppose it's a good response.
Bumblebee loves it. And so do I. Hooray!