Things are looking up. My hair, butchered into sad submission last fall, is regaining its endearing unruliness.
Since I made the cut, I’ve had many people — many of whom I adore — remark how much better it looked short. But it was simply strange looking in the mirror and seeing the coif of someone else, literally. I could never really own the short cut. I’ve never been a short-haired person. The maintenance itself is something I can’t be expected to keep up on (obviously).
The pony is a benchmark. A good one. Did I say things are looking up?