It has finally occurred. After months in the making, and many discussions as to the nature of the construction, my hair has been cut and coloured. My hair yesterday was long, floppy, and fuzzy. Today, however, it's sleek and sexy ... and matches the couch!

Hair is a funny thing - aside from the obvious ludicrosity that you see in anything if you stare at it long enough, it really goes a long way to define how people see you as a person. Clothes may make the man, but hair is the icing on the cake ... and perhaps even more.

During the past few weeks I'd given up even trying to do anything with the shaggy mop perched upon my head ... and the results were quite interesting. During the first week I refused to do anything at all with my hair (aside from washing), I received many comments - most seemingly favourable - on my new "haircut". When I informed them it was quite the opposite, I received mainly blank looks.

Today, waltzing in with noticeably shorter (and oranger) hair gleaned me only 3 comments. And the greatest one was the last: "Oooh, I like your pants .... OH! And you got your hair cut!!". I guess that really proves the clothes/man/hair/icing comment from earlier, especially since I was sitting down at the time of the comment, with my legs tucked under a desk!