Before and After

Wow, can't believe I am sitting here at work already.  Five days sure can go quickly.  With the constant rainy days, I didn't very get much accomplished, but I did learn that it is very easy for me to pull the covers back up and sleep the day away.  Did manage to get some sorting and tossing done.  Trying to prepare myself for a move....should it come. It's amazing how much junk one can accumulate.

I'd also forgotten why I gave up on going to the beauty parlor and began cutting my hair myself.  They never listen.  You show them a picture, and they do what they want anyway. Although my bangs were left longer than I wished, my new cut is much shorter than I had wanted, but I will admit, my head does feel free and easy without that heavy mass of hair...which, by the way, is on its way to make wigs for cancer patients.  That gives me a good feeling...the hair that was so hot, heavy, uncomfortable..and aging on me will help someone else feel better about themselves.    As promised, before and after pictures.

  

(Before)

(After)

No matter how you look at it, I take awful photos, always have. Actually, the hair cut itself looks better than the pictures.  But beauty is not in a picture; it is how you feel inside.  It is not something physical.  It reflects in your eyes.  If you have a good heart, that's all that matters.  William Butler Yeats knew and wrote about it in the following poem.  

"NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
"But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
"I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair." 

--William Butler Yeats--