
In October, I got my hair cut.
This might not seem like a big deal… and frankly I didn’t think it was a big deal either, but afterwards?
Let me explain.
I have very thick hair. For years, I’ve worn it long, to the middle of my back. And it was lovely. But the little house’s hot water tank holds only 15 gallons of hot water (A regular household hot water heater holds more like forty)! To wash my hair in fifteen gallons of water was a project. Every time. And I hated it.
After a year of this nonsense, I went to Meghan, my wonderful friend at Ricci’s Salon in Newtown, CT, and said, “That’s it. Cut it off.”
Big chunks of hair fell to the floor and I felt… oddly relieved.