Don has it easy. He's been cutting his own hair for years. He looks pretty much the same, except for the quarantine beard... which has now bcome just a mustache.
Don's had some fun with his hair growth. I have not.
Then I saw this photo that Don took a couple weeks ago. Sheesh. I never see the side of my head, that way. Long and stringy and some creepy coloring!
I called for an appointment a while back and now June 24th is suddenly here! Should I go? The National news is telling us scary things about the covid spread in Texas!
That sign actually just went up on the door today. Today is the first day that our county is requiring masks in businesses. I am thrilled.
I'm not thrilled to share this photo. I look really bad.
She wore her mask and I wore mine. I took the loops off and held the mask to my face when needed. I was glad to hear her share her concerns about people not taking this pandemic seriously. We were together 2 hours, but I felt safe and happy. Her job has become much harder, I tipped well.
I was relieved that I got to go home and take off my mask.
I posed with my elephant mask and felt lighter, with no hair hanging on my shoulders.
Maybe I should have just let my gray hair take over. Maybe I should have let Don chop off a few inches.
Too bad I have nowhere to go, with my freshly fixed hair.