Friday, September 11, 2009

For girls eyes only

The greatest injustice of chemo has been apparent this week. Strand by strand this week my hair has been coming out. Every time I absentmindedly brushed my fringe out of my eyes, bits of my fringe fell out into my hand. And yet, every morning despite some vigorous yanking, the little black buggers pointing the way to glory hung on for dear life.

Until 9.30am this morning I was fugly. Benjamin Button at his worst. Remember the old caps hairdressers used to put on us before bleaching highlights into our hair - I looked like I had one of those on with only 25 individual strands pulled through. Classy.

But then this morning I grew some balls, paid $15 for a haircut and had a number one. Shortest haircut ever both in duration and length of hair remaining.

Now I look like a monk.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good on you!!! Thought the hairs everywhere would take their toll :)) So you must look like Demi Moore in that film...(?) with her head shaved...

Kelly said...

at least you still have more hair than your husband :)

Vanessa said...

always had a sweet spot for short blond hair as you probably know...I am sure your are really style:)