Making a change

When fall comes around, don't ask me why but I want to cut my hair. Is there a logic to this? I am not sure; but heading toward summer I tend to let it grow. Come the fall and it begins to frustrate me. Now if I was a city woman, the urge for a haircut would lead to spending some money and maybe I'd add a permanent to it. I've been wanting a perm for well over a year but it's never been the right time.

Sunday was the day I wanted it shorter and Sunday, where it was storming heavily, was no day I wanted to drive into town even if I currently had a favorite salon up here which I don't. (I do have one in Tucson but it'd be even farther to drive.)

So I got out my comb, scissors and pulled Farm Boss into making sure the longest lengths were even as I did the shaping. I am not sure if it's yet short enough. That's how I do it-- taking off a few inches at a time until I finally feel-- that's it.
 

Sometimes I just want a change and I guess with the frustration over what's going on in our country, this is one thing I can change-- fast.