I should have known better than to go to "The Lemon Tree
" to get my haircut. I just thought: "It's affordable, I don't need to make an appointment. I'll be in and out. I have an exact photograph of what I want... What can go wrong? It's such a simple cut!
But as soon as I saw my hairdresser motion for me to come to the chair. I knew I should
have bolted in the opposite direction. She was about 75 years old, hunched over and with big glasses that made her eyes ten times their usual size. She looked a bit like Olympia Dukakis. I watched her hands tremble as she reached for something on her table. "What can I do for you today, sweetie?"
I had printed out the hairstyle that I wanted and I showed it to her. She squinted at the image. She adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and turned the page around slightly. "hmm.. So you just want me to cut your hair then?"
She tossed aside the picture I had provided and then just started at it. She had a vision in her
mind and it was not
the same as mine.
I tried not to look too disappointed when she turned me cheerfully towards the mirror. Sure, you could
say "gamine-like" or "British mod". But... lets just say it's bad
. I look like a little boy, or maybe a pixie on crack. She cut so much off
, I didn't want that. Just the back cut mostly and the length in the front to remain long. I bit my lip and glanced at my hairdresser in the mirror reflection. She looked so proud and eager to see a pleased expression from me, so I forced a smile.
My Mother started cracking jokes as soon as I returned, My brother started laughing. I contemplated shooting myself in the head but then I read Tenshi's
comment. Hair grows back.
Simple as that.
I'm sorry. I wont
be providing a picture of this new cut for your viewing pleasure but if you know the film "Rosemary's baby" - than you have an idea what I'm working with. I'm also blond again.
However, last night I went through some old slides with my mother. There were a number of baby pictures that Eric hasn't seen yet...and that I've never shown anyone outside of my family. It's hard for me to post baby pics because I wasn't
the cutest baby. I had fat cheeks, pouty face and massive blond curls. I was rather sullen and contemplative. I mostly sat quietly, looked worried and just colored in my art pad. Not only do I look different from my other siblings, I have a completely different temperament from all of them.
I have to log off and work on my project. My Grandmother is ill
and I'm painting a flower still life for her. Whether or not I can pull off a decent oil painting in ONE DAY is up for debate, but I'm enjoying the challenge and I know she'll love it.Eric
: I love you honey. I hope you don't shrink away in horror at my new cut. Call me before six. I'll be going out with Ingrid tonight and picking up Laura + Mr. Big at the train station. Only 3 more days until we're together again...