Before, During, and AfterOnce upon a time I left for Africa with the longest hair that I have ever had in my life. And then I didn’t cut it for almost five months. And then it was really long and curly and poofy. For a little while it was woven into superb dreadlocks, but that is another picture, and story.
On Thursday my scalp was liberated from carrying the equivalent of a couple winter caps worth of hair, but not before having fun with it. I dressed up for the occasion so Lorah, our wonderful hair stylist on board, and I could take a few glamour shots of the process. Above you will notice a before, during, and after picture of the process. I did have a beautiful mullet, if I may say so myself, for about fifteen minutes, but couldn’t bring myself to wear it for long. (I probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night!)
It has taken me a little bit to get used to looking at myself in the mirror. It has taken much longer for everyone else to get used to it. Right after the haircutting time, I walked by dozens of familiar faces and was not recognized. They thought that I must be a new person. Some even offered a courteous ‘hello’. I was even introduced as a joke by Rahel at our community meeting as I ran the sound board. From up front, before beginning the music of our worship gathering, she introduced the not-so-new crew member: Scott. It was met with a pleasant applause. It was a unique experience at first to talk with close friends, and to have them intently searching into your eyes and face to recognize you. They knew the voice and body, but not the face.
On Thursday my scalp was liberated from carrying the equivalent of a couple winter caps worth of hair, but not before having fun with it. I dressed up for the occasion so Lorah, our wonderful hair stylist on board, and I could take a few glamour shots of the process. Above you will notice a before, during, and after picture of the process. I did have a beautiful mullet, if I may say so myself, for about fifteen minutes, but couldn’t bring myself to wear it for long. (I probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night!)
It has taken me a little bit to get used to looking at myself in the mirror. It has taken much longer for everyone else to get used to it. Right after the haircutting time, I walked by dozens of familiar faces and was not recognized. They thought that I must be a new person. Some even offered a courteous ‘hello’. I was even introduced as a joke by Rahel at our community meeting as I ran the sound board. From up front, before beginning the music of our worship gathering, she introduced the not-so-new crew member: Scott. It was met with a pleasant applause. It was a unique experience at first to talk with close friends, and to have them intently searching into your eyes and face to recognize you. They knew the voice and body, but not the face.
3 comments:
Who would think that a guy so cute with all that hair is just as cute without it??
Wow Scott, I barely recognized you in those first two photos...
Some wild hair there;)
Can't believe that's the little neighbor boy 2 houses down! :)
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