Suburban Correspondent has done her part to stimulate the economy , and I am now feeling terribly guilty. I mean, who knew?!? It turns out I have been to blame for our failing economy. If hair has anything to do with it, that is.
I haven’t had a “professional cut” –and I use that term VERY loosely– in nearly 2 years. I have been cutting my own hair for the past 18 months. July 2007 is when I moved to an affluent county and I haven’t convinced myself to loosen my grip on the wallet for an over-priced pedicure, let alone a haircut.
Perhaps I am apathetic? I haven’t ruled it out; however, I actually like my hair. I’d rate it as one of my best features, and I know I should do more with it like maybe give it a good cut once in a while. In the past, I’ve had a few bad experiences while trying to find someone who actually knows how to cut naturally curly hair (do I sound like the spoiled girl from the Peanuts cartoon?) and I like to keep it long, so it is easy to “let it go” for a very long while.
The frugal part of me wants to keep using that home hair kit (oh those lovely sharp hair scissors!) and of course the lure of the oft-used fashionable light blue cape is salve to my savings account.
I fear the slippery slope: at first, it’s just a wee trim of the tresses, but soon someone will be talking about covering up my gray highlights.
And then, the snowball will be rolling, and the next thing you know…
My personal economy will be sacrificed.
I’m not sure I’m ready.
Maybe this summer?