My short hair has grown on me – well not literally, I am sure maybe a fraction of an inch or something – I mean that I am getting used to it and honestly it is quite fun. I can sport a faux-hawk and bed-head is nicely intensified. For the first time in years I bought some hairspray, that is something I haven't done in a long while, I wasn't quite sure what to get. So I relied on my design instincts and looked for good use of type and packaging. I'm not so sure I got the right product, as I haven't had a chance to test it out, but the screaming yellow bottle tells me that this stuff will spike my hair and keep it in place – I think it is called spiking cement, or glue. Should work, and at least it doesn't smell, I hate hairspray that smells.
It is a nice funky do that will be a perfect fit for my upcoming trip to Europe, like next week! I'm already fussy about parts that need a good trimming, so I might check out a salon in London or perhaps Amsterdam. Who is to say that the same thing wouldn't happen again, to this poor and mistreated head of hair? With its length now, I could easily go to 10 dollar barbershops and mom & pop salons, wouldn't make much of a difference. I'm still gonna smother it in glue.