Garden of Thought

Well, my wisps reached the point that I looked like a bizarre kewpie so I....er, shaved my head.  Seriously one of the stranger things I've ever done to myself, being a somewhat conservative sort who thought having my ears pierced was a Big Deal and who would never even consider a tattoo.

I've never even run the electric clippers before, though we've had them for years in our little hair-cutting kit we bought back when my kids were little, they always sort of scared me with their RRRRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZTT noise that sounds like a slip of the hand might remove my nose. 

RRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZTT.  RRRRRZZZTT.  RRRRRRRRRZZTTT. And ta-da - sink was full of hair and I still have my nose.  I didn't realize I even had enough hair left for it to show up in a pile.  I had to finish it off by rummaging in the drawer for my husband's shaver and surreptitiously running over my pate to try to get all the odd bits in back of my ears and such.  It feels very, very strange, but kind of good at the same time because at least it's all smooth now.