…but it looks like my days of sporting long, flowing locks of beautiful curls may be pretty severely numbered.
There are two reasons for this:
Firstly, one of the jobs I’m working my way through the application process for is in a more conservative atmosphere, and there’s a strong chance that I’ll have a better possibility without long hair.
Secondly — and in some ways, even more importantly — when Prairie was braiding my hair in the morning on Saturday before I headed off to Norwescon, she paused for a moment. “Hmmm…your hair is getting pretty thin up here, isn’t it?”
We’ve had a long-standing understanding that while we both like the long hair, I wouldn’t be able to pull it off forever. With the ever-receding hairline that Hanscom men are blessed with (and there’s no irony in that choice of words: I’ve always been glad we get the front-to-back hair loss instead of the “bald spot” of male pattern baldness), there comes a time when long hair just doesn’t work. Back on my 30th birthday, when I started growing my hair out again, I made Prairie agree to be sure to tell me when I started getting in real danger of sporting a ‘skullet,’ the hairstyle choice of skeezy creeps everywhere.
It looks like that time may have come.
I’m not quite in to full-on “DANGER skullet” territory, but I’m close, and with the added impetus of putting employment before vanity, it’s probably only a matter of days or weeks (at the outside) before the curls go away.
Sorry, mom!