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.