Thanks, Little Darlin' ~
Life is way too serious!
If I don't laugh loud and long at myself, someone else will...
You filled my tank tonight, Kid. I needed it.
I am having a
rough go of it. I have
chronic urticaria and take
Prednisone and fairly high doses of antihistamines for said same hinkiness.
Dosage is being adjusted. My
sleep patterns are affected, pain in my joints – esp. hands is out of this world and I haven’t been getting the snorage that I need and desire.
Forum postings backing up,
inbox filling up,
desk papers stacking up, weeds in the neighbor’s yard thriving and crawling under the back fence…
THEN…my regular hairdresser was booked and I made a most
irrational decision to try some place new Saturday afternoon on the recommendation of an acquaintance…
It was a
jumping joint,
cars in the lot, people going in and out, etc. I thought, “Hmm…this must be all right!”
I saw a
punky looking stylist and thought – cool!
She’ll know what I mean here….I said to the fur styler, “I get my fur trimmed every two weeks, three max. I do not like to look like I just got out of the chair; if anything,
I prefer to be a bit on the long side rather than the short side as I could come back in a week, if needed.”
Hairstylist with freshly hennaed hair: “Oh, sure! I know just what you mean. You just want a bit off the edges then?”
Leopard Woman, wearing leopard print silky turtleneck shirt, wide leather belt, blue jeans, black leather vest and boots: “Yes! I want the scraggly pixie look on the side of my face here – I like the burnsides to come to my eartips. Use a razor and keep them wispy.”
Punky Fur styler person: “Gotcher! And this?” she said as she touched my neck furs…
Leopard Woman, rising up in the butcher/barber chair: “Please leave them just as they are, I love the little twirly way they live back there – do NOT remove them!”P
Punky Fur Styler: “Okay, will do.”
Well, she didn’t.
She hauled out her buzzer, there must have been a size zero or a size one blade on that mechanical menace!
Leopard Woman now looks like one of those hairless Sphynx Cats…
I was
mortified when the Punky Fur styler whipped the chair around; I donned my rimless glasses and
viewed my baldness in the mirror…
This may be the season for a daring short hair cut but I am feeling very
emotionally puny right now.
I needed that little
smile bringer from you, Dean-oh.
Make a note of it:
It is NOT recommended to try a new hair stylist on a rainy Saturday afternoon unless you hold on tight to your hair follicles. I look like Mr. Clean…
Kiss kiss