Day 14: Breaking My Rules
I was amazed and horrified when my friend Barbara told me she cut her own hair. Amazed because her thick bob of hair always looks perfectly cropped all the way around. Horrified because… well I wasn’t sure why because it just seemed wrong, not allowed, not the thing to do. I have the good fortune of having a friend who is a wonderful hair dresser and who loves to do my hair but he is one of those jet setter types, whizzing around between Saint Lucia, London and Madrid and he costs a helluva alot. There are times when I will get a call to drop everything and turn up someplace or other to be a model but these times are few and far between and don’t necessarily coincide with when my hair really, really, really needs a cut. Like today. My hair has really, really, really needed a cut for at least two months. I have been tying it up and trying not to look at it in the mirror too much, not for pure vainty reasons you understand but because it does pain me to see it uncared for; ends scrawny and split, neglected and abandoned al beit washed.
The seed of an idea, that I will call Barbara’s seed, has been worming it’s way into my consciousness. Could I? Would I? What if? When I washed my hair this morning the seed broke the surface and there was nothing for it but to take action. Tying my hair into two pigtails I snipped straight across the lenght. Easy. But my layers were something that I had not considered well. Parting, combing out and cutting diagonally downwards wasnt a problem owith my right hand but I had not allowed for the fact that I am not left handed or the challenging of creating symmetry. I have to admit failure in this regard and from the front things look rather lopsided. I decided that stopping chopping was the better part of valour. As you can see it doesnt look too drastic (I do have long hair) but I was amazed and awe that I actually did it broke out the strictures of my conventions. Freedom. The only other consideration will be the wrath of my hairdresser when he eventually does call. Who would be surprised if it wasn’t in the next day or two?
100 Days of Awe is a playful project I set up to bring my attention to awe in my daily life. I see awe as wonder, a mixture of amazement and respect. I expect the experience of awe to be about perception shifting awareness and that demands a reframing of some sort. I am excited to see what will awe me on this journey. Today I was in North Kensington, London, UK.
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