Hair

The good thing about hair is that it grows.  I've always had a very cavalier attitude to my hair on the basis that any mistakes will soon grow out.  I started cutting my own hair when I was a teenager, with a razor blade.

In my 40s I had very short hair.  By this time I had progressed from a razor blade to an electric hair cutting kit.

An ideal hair cut for the woman on the go!  A quick rub down with a towel after a shower and it's done!

As my 50s approached I decided that I would grow my hair - trying to recapture that youthful look!

Two and a half years later, I've reached the point when it's driving me mad.

It's just hanging there - and I spend my time pushing it back or tying it up.

So yesterday I treated myself to an little indulgence and went to the hairdressers - first time in I don't know how many years.  And this is how I look now...

The hairdresser gave me the cut off hair...

...as a souvenir!