How I roll...

I am in serious need of a hair cut.When I fill out the size form at castings I write "very, very long" in the slot that indicates "hair length."Not that it's damaged or full of split ends or anything. As far as hair goes I totally lucked out, all I do is wash and condition, no special treatment-- I don't really even comb it or brush it.It's just so long now that I can almost sit on it. When I wear belts my hair sometimes gets buckled in under them at my waist, it even sometimes gets entangled when I am wearing low rise jeans. Put simply, it's reached an unmanageable, possibly dangerous-- a few strands caught fire not too long ago when I was reaching for something on the stove, length.But when it comes to hair grooming, I've gotten a bit spoiled. All last year I did modeling gigs for a fancy salon/spa, which maintained my hair for me, since it was the reason for which they hired me. When ever I'd go in to do an editorial sitting or what not, they'd do routine maintenance. This year, my primary contact there grew up and away from her mentor, the owner of the salon/spa, and while they said to call anytime, I just haven't.Also, the general response to my hair length has been positive, thus justifying my laziness. But, I know I have to do something about it soon, because, the length of my hair is making it really impossible to set my hair using rollers.The rollers I use previously to belonged to Bob's mother. Bob was my high school sweetheart and his mother loaned her rollers to me for prom. Having enough career beauty professionals in my family to keep my grooming in check, I was never one to spend scads of money at a salon, so naturally, if I had an event to attend, I'd do my own hair.When I returned them to Bob, he told me that his mother never used them and that she meant for me to keep them.The rollers, made by Lady Clariol, traveled with me to Austin and then to New York. Along the way the case got cracked but if you saw them you'd understand why I insist on keeping them even though I have purchased a second set to leave in Texas. They were probably manufactured in the late Seventies and are wax-filled and covered in some sort of super durable electro-flock. And if you know me at all, you'd know, I'm a sucker for kitsch. Besides, they still work perfectly.They still heat up to an ear searing temperature and the slightly tarnished pins never fail to hold them in place. The velour is still nice and soft, albeit a little less fuzzy, and I can always depend on them for a beautiful set. The shiny new rollers under my bathroom sink in Texas, not so much.I've had them for more than ten years now. I need to remember to send Bob's mother a thank you note.