For many a year now I’ve worn my hair long. It’s not a vanity thing, it’s laziness; to wear my hair long means that I can tie it back and not have to mess about with hair driers and styling. It also means that I can get away with going for months without a visit to the hairdresser (I’m not a girl that enjoys a trip to the hairdresser).
Whilst long hair is fine for sitting in an office, I find it far less than practical when walking. For one thing, it’s constantly in my face. “Tie it back” is the oft-given advice, but my hair has an escapist attitude. I can tie it back and put a buff over most of it and strands will still escape to try to blind me on a hill-top.
Then there’s the way it manages to tie itself in almost unfathomable knots when it’s whipped about by the wind.
Then there’s the practicality of washing long hair in campsite showers. The more hair there is the more water it will hold and the more water it will drip over you as you try to get dry. It demands a towel all of its own and that’s just extra weight.
Then there’s the quantity of shampoo needed to wash it and the time it takes to dry.
So, to my mind, it’s not practical for me to have long hair and to walk for three months.
Tomorrow I will be visiting the barber. Before and after photos will follow.