Sometimes, you just have to do something wild.
Whether it comes from an inner sense of artistic expression, or just because it's something you've always wanted to do, from time to time it's good to go with the idea. It makes for a good story. Although this one is slightly old news, for those folks that know me, I finally got the photographs from a friend and couldn't help but share. This Fall, I felt like doing something wild to let go of the old. I did not want a tattoo, or a piercing, or a new hair color. I just wanted to cut my hair with an axe. I wanted to be able to tell my grandchildren one day that it was something I had done. They could then tell their grandchildren the story of the time great great great grandma Colley got a wild hair to cut her hair with an axe. Now mind you, my braids were very long, long enough where I knew I had a lot of safe distance to work with, thus, this idea held up to my safety standards after lengthy consideration. I also had my friend do it who can throw an axe dead on target at 40 feet, so I knew close range chopping would be precise. I told him I did not want to end up like Vincent VanGogh. I'm not quite that artistic, and that would make for a much gorier story than I had in mind.
So, on a crisp Fall afternoon my friend said, "How about that haircut you've been talking about?" and the rest is life history. Ultimately, it was a hatchet and not an axe that did the job, and it took a few whacks on the chopping block to cut through this thick hair of mine, but it lived up to my expectations. When it was all said and done, the whole thing was quick, painless, way cheaper than a tattoo, and the makings of family legend. I've got a bit shorter hair now which is much more manageable and I can live with that until it grows back out, which really won't take too long.
And I've got a hell of a good story.