Gave Myself a Haircut

I keep my hair pretty short these days but somehow every so often, it begins to bother me and I have to trim it back further. This is often a risky proposition since I never know how it's going to end up. However, since I'm doing it to myself there's nobody else to blame if I don't like it. My three way mirror helps me see my back but that's no garantee. Art usually checks what I can't see to correct any massive damage I might do.

Through the years my hair has gotten shorter and shorter.

I had long hair and Art had no hair (under his nose, that is) when we met.


This would be around 1972 when Art and I were engaged.


When Jon was born in 1978 my hair had gotten a little shorter. He was about a month old when this was taken. I often tease Jon that he also added gray hairs to my head through the years.


1991: I was teaching, the kids kept growing, Art sprouted something under his nose and my hair length inched upward.


One of my teacher friends, Joan told me a long time ago that I would look best with my hair either long or in a boy cut. I was aghast! A boy cut? Never! Instead, I kept it at the medium length for the longest time.

When Art saw me hacking away at my hair yesterday, his eyebrows shot up and he said, "Hmmm... pretty short, hunh?" Actually he says that almost everytime I give myself a hair cut. True, my hair is now shorter than his. I wonder what Joan would think.