The late fifties woman I met last week in the thrift store, had the cutest pixie cut. She was grey. She looked just adorable. She was the Hells Angel. She said she went to Supercuts, and they had a standard pixie cut. So anybody could cut her hair. She just told them she wanted a "pixie." I can't imagine anything cuter than how she looked. And she knew it. I loved that.
My mother had short hair for all of her adult life I remember. It totally suited her because she was striking and glamorous. Also her coloring was striking. She looked good in black and white. Her hair became silver, not mousy. Unfortunately mine is mousy, I think, but M and his sister think it is pretty, and looks highlighted with silver.
When I mentioned I might cut mine so that I would look like my mother. So she could be close to me when I looked in the mirror, Cedar became concerned. So concerned she told her D H. And dearly, they are watching so that I do not fall into a my mother/myself drowning pool.
These decisions are loaded. I want to be myself, like Miuccia Prada, not half in the grave trying to keep my mother with me.
I had a very short cut for part of the time I was in South America. It was adorable. I had it short when I was in Argentina. The thing is that it is high maintenance for me because I have to get it cut every 4 weeks to look good. And I went somewhere expensive. Who needs that? Supercuts is the only thing that makes sense with short hair.
I am the happiest with a ponytail. Well, that was clearly said.
Thank you for working this through with me, Leafy. I am grateful. Thank you.
COPA
