I finally got up the guts to go into the hair dressers and book and appointment…I’ve not cut my hair for at least two years. It had become so long and so hard to wash with the pain in my arms that I finally decided it was time for a change
However when I got home last night it was by driving through heavy snow and this morning Toby and I woke up to the sight of 3 inches of snow in the garden.
I rang the salon…they had got there, just and I could still get my hair cut. Off I trudged dressed like I was going to the Arctic with butterflies in my tummy.
I chose a hair style from one of the magazines that matched what I had thought would look good and after chatting with hair dresser we began. She seemed to be trying to put me off it…but I really think it will be a good length for me to look after.
Then she did this….
We chatted as she chopped, , moussed, styled, dried….and I’m not sure I was really ‘there’ as she did. But When I got home I looked in the mirror again and was happy to see ….
No more scragging it back in a pony tail for a while, no more hiding behind hair so long it touches my bum. It’s short, it will take effort and I can’t avoid washing it for days like I have done with the long version because my depression has lead to me not bothering to shower (yes I know it’s disgusting but it’s true).
I did it on a whim…but a whim that lasted a while so I trust it and hopefully I will stay happy with it when I have to style it myself and don’t have a nice hair dresser there to do it for me.
Ah well for now…I’m curling up in the living room watching the snow fall outside and trying to build up the energy to take Toby out to play in it. I haven’t done my latest module of the silly long distance learning course… haven’t been told off for it yet but I can’t make myself even start the damn thing. I’m wallowing in the pit and my hopes that having this bit of pampering would build me back up…well it hasn’t worked.
Depression sucks…sod it back to my crochet and to find something to eat for lunch.