I Feel Pretty...And 60's
Today I got a haircut. It’s a lot shorter now. It’s a bit weird. This morning I could tuck the ends of my hair into my trousers (if I really wanted to, not that the urge struck terribly often) and now there’s just a big…nothing where the last foot of my hair used to be.
Now it’s shoulder length and it flicks out at the end. I look like a Doctor Who assistant from Classic Who, Patrick Troughton era. Polly, sort of thing. Very 60’s. I rest safe in the knowledge that while I may need rescuing as much as they did, I would scream less and be infinitely less tiresome.
It swishes around my face when I turn my head. Highly distracting.