The Hand Is Quicker Than The Hair

I found the secret to putting on a swim cap:

Have less hair.

Seriously, it works. Yesterday I got a haircut and today I was able to get almost every strand into my psychotically cheery yellow swim cap. And there’s not that much less hair; there’s about an inch less in the back and it’s about the same length in the front. But the stuff in the back apparently made all the difference.

Now the funny thing that happened with the haircut (I went to Avalon here in town) was… my hairdresser, Michelle D., was doing a great job, and she asked me where I was from. I said I was from Jackson, and she said she was too. I asked what her last name was, and then we figured out that she was the younger sister of one of my classmates at Jackson County Central.


Also, one of the best haircuts I’ve had. I said to make the back short and keep the front at about the same length, and she did exactly that and then she figured out how to make the rest look good. There’s a lot to be said for letting the experts make the decisions, I guess!