February 9, 1927: Virginia bobs her hair
. . . the most important event in my life since marriage:
Bobo shingled me. Mr. Cizec has bingled
me. I am short haired for life. Having no longer, I think, any claims to
beauty, the convenience of this alone makes it desirable. Every morning I go to take the brush &
twist that old coil round my finger & fix it with hairpins & then with
a start of joy, no I needn’t. In front
there is no change; behind I’m like the rump of a partridge.
(D4 12)
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