




An entirely frivolous post: a visual history of my hair.
On the left is the reason why I cut my hair in the mid-eighties: it was so appealing for babies to yank on. I have had short hair ever since. Now that my children are grown up, I am going to try and grow my hair out. It may put me over the edge! Just like a baby, though, I may enjoy playing with it, if I ever have enough patience to let it grow out.