i sold my long, long hair on monday for £50. i didn’t need all that hair but i do need the money. i like my new hair its easy and nice, but i am still a bit sad about being nearly bald – so i reread little women because jo was my original inspiration for the hair selling:
‘i took a last look at my hair while the man got his things, and that was the end of it. i never snivel at trifles like that; i will confess, though, i felt queer when i saw the dear old hair laid out on the table, and felt only the short, rough ends on my head. it almost seemed as if i’d had an arm or a leg off. the woman saw me look at it , and picked off a long lock for me to keep. i’ll give it to you, marmee, just remember past glories by; for a crop is so comfortable i don’t think i shall ever have a mane again.’
i didn’t keep any of my locks because who keeps chunks of hair now? and also i thought they’d lower the price if i asked…
so i finished little women and realised i’d never read any of the following books so ran out on my lunchbreak to find good wives and accidentally bought two other books. which was stupid considering i am trying to clear out my flat to move out, but i can’t say no to books.