My New Hairdresser

Apologies for the delay in getting a post written. I did have time to do it this weekend after getting back from Australia, but was 110% focused on starting the new job on Monday, so writing a post didn't even cross my mind. I am now two days into the new job and have so much to think about, but decided that complete single-mindedness is not actually a functional way to exist, so here's evidence that I can take a break to consider something different.

So, of the many delightful things I did in Australia this time, having my hair cut by Sorenne is, if not my favourite, at least right up at the top of the list. (Hard to beat lying in bed while Sorenne read me a surprisingly hilarious book.)

Anyway, I am increasingly intolerant of the hassle of having long hair, and therefore await with escalating impatience for the moment when it is officially long enough to donate and I can therefore cut it again. The Australian equivalent of Locks of Love (which Sorenne's mom Amy told me about during my last visit) requires 14 inches (35.5cm), and I finally had enough in January, so asking for Sorenne's help during the February visit was perfect! I was so thrilled when she decided she'd do it, and then the reality far exceeded my expectations.

She carefully divided the hair into four parts, making sure each part was long enough and relatively even. Then she plaited the bottoms, as it helps it stay nice during shipping.

Outside we went (thankfully it wasn't as blazing hot that day) to do the actual cutting. Sorenne was admirably cautious and intentional, and it was lovely to see how her confidence grew as she progressed through my masses of hair.

You wouldn't think it, but it takes a while to get it all chopped off.

Then comes the fun part - evening it out. Sorenne has a much better sense of how to do this properly than I do, and carefully trimmed and evened each separate section, before putting the finishing touches on the cut overall.

I did not hold my two plaits well, as it looks like just one, but oh well. The point is, I'm hoping someone will be very happy to receive all this hair, and I'm sure that I am very happy to no longer have it attached to my head!

After a wash and a bit of twisting, we're back to my favourite of all the many ways I wear my hair; short, curly, and pinned back out of my face. Of course, it took me several days to remember how to pin it properly so it actually stayed out of my face, but I've mastered it now.

In conclusion: Thanks very much, Sorenne! I know who to come to when it's too long again in a few years!