I’ve been seeing a lot of businesses here with a neon sign saying open when they’re really not. I wonder if it’s a Canadian thing. Either way, it’s slowly becoming one of my pet peeves.
And speaking of unisex beauty salons, the boy and I had a haircut together a couple of days ago at one of those First Choice Haircutters places. Oh the horror! It’s just that the girl who was giving me a haircut looked kind of nervous and she kept telling me, “It’s just hair, right? It’ll grow back.” How would you feel if you were in my situation? Would you get as worried as much as I did all through the ordeal? Worst still, I had to take off my glasses when she started cutting so I couldn’t see whether she was screwing up or not (I’m blind as a bat without my glasses). Was the haircut a total failure? You decide. No wonder the boy called me “Crazy Hair” this morning before he left for work. It looks a lot more boring now that I’ve combed it.
Oh, and the boy thinks I should post a link to my Illustration Friday entry here, so there you go. I’m such a wannabe. I could never be an illustrator for real. And be sure to check out the boy’s entry as well. It’s so heartbreaking.
Hehe. Thanks! 🙂 It’s not that I’m not happy with it. I don’t really care about the final result. As long as it’s short, I’m happy. It was the process of getting my hair cut that kind of scared me. It was probably not the hairstylist’s fault either. I just don’t trust people easily with my hair.
Anyway, having the guts to post your picture when you’re not happy with your hair, shows Character and Inner Strength that is worth any number of good hair days.
Confession #1: I almost got fired for leaving one of those “open” signs plugged in at my first job when I was 15. Oops.
Confession #2: I had to cut my hair completely off when I was about six months pregnant with my daughter, because I accidentally backed into flypaper at a party. It looked a little like that every morning when I first got up. Spray bottles with a little water make all the difference when you are trying to get it to calm down.
Yeah, having a stylist ask me that question would freak me out a little too.
-H