Honestly, I haven’t been knitting much lately. Over the weekend, I did start on another pair of Embossed Leaves, and I’m wee over half way through. The goal is to finish it within next couple of days or so, and hopefully have enough time and sanity before we leave town for the weekend, come up with something to knit for the road.
For my next pair, I’m thinking a pair of Pomatomus. It’s not the speediest knit with all the insane ktbl1 p1 rib, but it’s easy and interesting enough to keep me sane and I can knit without having to stare at the pattern – which will come in handy in long car ride (or so I hope). Where we’re heading? To Rockford. Nowhere exotic. But it will be nice to get out of town for once.
Now for the totally unrelated and not so interesting side note – I got a haircut today. Once again, I was being a super procrastinator that I am, and took over a year and half to get my hair cut since the last time. And once again, I had to be bombarded with questions and comments (from people at the salon, both the stylists and everyone else) like “Oh my, are you really going to get it cut?”, “Are you going to cry?”, and many of “Are you sure?”… and my answer was “Yes, yes and yes, I want to get it cut. No, I won’t regret it. No this is not any life-altering experience.” Seriously, I have absolutely no sentimental attachment to my hair. Unlike most girls with long hair who usually have long hair all their lives, my long hair is product of me just not wanting to be active about finding a salon and stylist. I’m not anti-social. I just don’t like dealing with people. That, and actually having to make plans, etc. Blah blah blah, so anyway, here goes the pictures.
I’m not sure how long exactly, but I did cut off the length in a braided ponytail, and it’s going out to Locks of Love. I was almost tempted to post the picture of it here, but .. honestly, it’s pretty creepy. The thought of that dead hair used to be attached to me….. eeks.
I told the stylist to do whatever she pleases. I told her the longest I will accept is shoulder length and she can cut it as short as she pleases, as long as it’s not a pixie cut. I thought she’d make it much shorter, but well.. it’s still nice for a change. I like it. (I’m thinking maybe she cut it more conservative length because she probably feared me turning all psycho on her – hahah). Well, next time when I get it cut again (it could be in 6 months, a year, two years, who knows), if whoever will be cutting my hair will be brave enough to get it cut any shorter
For future reference, if there’s anyone who knows around Chambana well, any recommendations on where to go get me some fancy haircut? I don’t know – I’m nuts and I like going to new places oppose to finding a regular stylist. Yes, I’m nuts!