My Homemade Hair (Pictures)

OR HOW YOUR PORCH CAN BECOME A HAIR SALON, GIVEN THE RIGHT WEATHER

Spring has come to Taigu, at least for the weekend. We put up Alexandra's Balinese hammock. We smiled in the sunshine. And I decided to fix my crazy hair.

Curly hair has a mind of its own. You can simply wash it, and people will ask you if it was cut recently. You can cut it, and no one will ask, because the shape and length will magically stay the same.

My wild hair has been getting long for a while. Since Christmas actually. Busy with travel, I decided to wait 2 months until doing something about it.

I wanted it short, really short. So I went to the most popular hairdresser in North Yard (in Taigu) with this picture of a girl with a cute boy cut.

Proceeding to ignore my picture entirely, they trimmed it. When it dried, it looked exactly the same as it had when I entered the shop...well, a neater version of the same cut [see above picture of me in India].

As you may have noticed, my hair has been on a long journey from short to shorter.

My hair in high school and as an Obie underclassman.

During spring 2008, in a bathroom off the main lounge of South, my friend gave me my first short haircut since early childhood.

Of course, it always grew back.

So this summer in Berkeley, I cut it myself in an I-house bathroom (and then had my friends smooth over the rough spots).

And back again. Yesterday, it was time to cut.

I had to get rid of the awful haircut the Chinese stylist had left me with.

We set up a outdoor porch salon.

Lynn was my head hair artist. I tried to help, but she had more fun than me cutting my hair.

Voila!

This is the shortest my hair has been since I was little. Rock!

Cute girl with boy cut was found on the internet. Source unknown.