You know when I said I was tempted to cut my hair? Spring Fever? Phone? All that?
Believe me. I hauled off.
Mickey didn’t get a phone. I got these.
I don’t know if it counts that I bought them from the phone guy’s mom. I know I have been living in a cave, but do you have any idea how much phones cost? For shame. I am right here at home if you need to reach me.
I took the girls out and we painted the town taupe, like we do.
Then something just came over me. I started up the street, that passes for the main drag here in town, and stopped at every salon that wasn’t a chain. Do you take walk-ins? How much is a haircut? When I found one that answered both questions, I bit. Y’all, I paid the same as I paid when I was in high school, and they brought me iced tea while I waited. ICED TEA.
So, tea already in hand, I called the kids in and sat down to wait.
In five or less, I was in the chair looking like this:
The previous week, I had visited the beauty college that has been providing all our services for the last few years. It took two hours to cut Mickey’s hair. The evening of the choir concert, it took two full hours to straighten the girls’ hair. I can do it at home in an hour and a half with shampoo and dry. They took two on dry hair. I needed the cut, but realized I just don’t have to do that anymore. A gal gets to have a hairdresser to call her own. That is what I was searching for.
In something less than the 2 hours I am pretty sure it would have taken at the cosmetology school, I came away with this:
It was shorter than I planned, but by the time I realized what was happening, I already liked it. And I knew as I sipped the last drop of tea, I would be back
…in 4 to 6 weeks.