I was looking in the mirror one day last week and suddenly
it dawned on me that I was looking at a somewhat older woman
with the same hair style that had been around for awhile.
I needed updating. Something to wake me up to make me look
like I still had some life in the old girl.

"I'll go to the beauty shop" I thought. "A new hair style
will be good for me." "Lift my spirits and all that."

I made an appointment and (except for that little glitch
where I showed up on the wrong day and B wasn't even working
that day) everything went according to plan.
I plopped down in the chair and explained that I wanted
something new and different. B was so excited she started
cutting my hair right away. When she was through she said
she hoped I liked it and I stood up looked down at the floor
which was now covered with hair, lots of hair.

Is all that my hair? "It sure is" came the reply as I was
handed a mirror so I could see what the back of my hair
looked like. Surely, not all that hair came from me! I
was feeling kind of faint by now. I slowly raised the mirror
and turned around. "Lord luv a duck, I'm bald" I thought
and I made myself look. By now all eyes in the place were
on me. My hair was the center of attention.

Stay calm, stay calm, my brain warned as I turned this way
and that. " Shoot! I was thinking, my face looks fatter.
"I love it", I said trying to sound like I meant it.
B smiled and was clearly happy that I loved the new do.
The others started chiming in with positive comments.

I have to admit, it's growing on me. It's easier to keep.
My hair is curly now, don't ask me why. It just appeared one
day. I have to admit I did jokingly tell my aunt to leave
me her curly hair when she died. So now I have short curly,
wavy hair. My face still looks fatter but who cares.
I've started wearing purple now and I hunted up all those
amethysts in my jewelry chest and I'm wearing those.
If you've got it, flaunt it, especially after all these
years.:0)

Who knows I may take up smoking and have a butterfly tattooed on my butt.;0)

Hey----I tried a noooo---I mean new, 'do last Fall with some chick who was 'sposed to be so good---she's in the downtown section of our town, which is being 'revitalized', and that means it's really still deader than 4 o'clock!

She kept talking about the local stylists who trained at the nearby school of cosmotology and how simple they were---putting out cookie cutter haircuts---well, SHE studied in BOSTON----MIT, maybe? Snort!!!

Anyhow, by the time I walked out of there, she had charged me double because she had to do the color over since it was slightly purple red---just off a wee bit from the Ash Blonde I'd pointed to in the book, I had whole chunk-hunks cut out of the 15 hairs on my head, and the color was now an orange-pink.
All I gotta say is, if I ever come across another hairdresser from the Boston School of Cosmotology, I'm runnin' for my life! ---it took 5 months to get right after looking at a weird stranger in the mirror each morning!

"It's just hair. It'll grow. And yours grows fast"

I felt better after that, and within an hour I totally loved it. In fact, it's time to have it done again and I can't wait. She knows me too well.

About a month ago, I had bright turquoise and emerald highlights put into my hair. I thought it'd be fun to do for a while, and then I'd just take the color out and put a "normal" color back in. I was back at the salon this morning having them pump the volume on the green and blue up a notch. Turns out having blue, green and auburn hair is a lot of fun!

I had my hair cut last summer. (Took a while to find someone recommended as able to actually cut wavy hair properly.) I'd been wearing it in a sort of knot on top of my head, and when she pulled the pins out, her eyes got really big; guess they don't often seen 4' of hair all in one bunch. Anyhow, she did a lovely job of snipping to short-short, and managed to cut so that the waves behaved. I was thrilled - it's cool, it's light-weight (the scales said I lost 3 pounds), it's easy to care for. Unfortunately, the B has managed only *once* in the past 8 trims to demonstrate her skill... mostly I walk out of there with less hair than guys had in the 1950's, only most of it sticking up at strange angles due to inconvenient 'cowlicks'. I'm on the search again for a good stylist.

don't got no curls..

don't got no waves

get volume out of a bottle, along with something called
'root lifter'...

That will hold a moderate curl in for a single day, and the next day, if I want something besides the thatched hut look, I need to do it all again.

But it has turned from coal black to frosty white - that means I can have it any color I want whenever I want it...