The short cut taken...

I have had my hair cut really short!  Twice, in fact, because the first hairdresser was too scared to do what I wanted, so I let her compromise, but within the week I went to another salon and got the job finished.
I think I love it.
Sometimes though, I see myself in the mirror and blink - who is that?  For most of my life, with the exception of one or two short lived incidents, (probably in the 1980s)  I have always worn it halfway down my back with a centre parting and a fringe.  I always said I wanted to have very long silver hair done in braids, and I still may do that.  I was getting annoyed with it though, mainly because of the colour - a combination of white and pewter for almost half the length and the original reddish brown the rest of the way, and also I felt a real deep need for a change. That is what this stage is all about, after all.
Once I had decided, I could not settle until the deed was done - and, despite the false start, I am happy with it.  sometimes I think I look older, and other times I look like my first school photo, taken when I was around 4.5.  A  strange and wonderful combination of maiden and crone.  So it is quite liberating, in a sense.  Anyone who has not been passionately addicted to long hair may not understand.  Before, if I deviated from my normal hairstyle, I immediately started to grow it back - I 'missed' my face.  This time, I feel free of that -my face is my own and seems to be timeless. I feel lighter now that I no longer have that heavy curtain to keep pulling back.  I can look the world in the eye, without peering through the veil.  All those clichés seem just right for how I am feeling about this particular change right now, and if I fancy those silver braids later on, well I can change again.