It was a teeny-tiny and impermanent change. Just another drop in the bucket of thousands of hair cuts I have had and will have over the course of a lifetime. I was itching for a change, and I got it, and it was very much a personal experience because it affected not a single person other than myself.
Grandma was not a beautiful woman but she carried herself as if she was. She went to the beauty parlor every Friday morning. She never wore pants. Dresses were hemmed at the knee, blouses were tucked neatly inside skirts. Handkerchiefs were pressed. Silver belt buckles were polished, and so were shoes. Silk scarves were knotted around the neck.