Hair and There

I'm not the most trendy of women. That's okay with me; I don't think I could be trendy if I tried. (And frankly, I don't have the energy, interest, time, or money to be devoted to the Latest Whatever.)

When I go get a haircut, I either go to the Beauty College, or a quicky cut place for a trim. I love words, but I'm reduced to waving frantically in the air and using phrases like "crappy part here," and "so it goes swwoooop here," and "this thingy that goes zhwip here." The gals are patient with me, and they do what they can with me. ("No product, thanks. No, I don't want to look all that different than when I came in, just tidied up, thanks.")

When I came home from today's haircut Matt looked up and said, a touch reflexively, "Hair looks nice, babe." (I imagine he reminded himself a few times while I was gone to say something nice when I came home, no matter what. LOL) It does look nice. It's freshly washed, trimmed, dried smooth so that it curves under the way it's supposed to... and it looks a lot like what I wanted when I went in. (Win/win, in my book.)

While I was sitting in the chair, I got to look around at the other brave women in the room. I say brave, not because they are at a Beauty College for a haircut- these students are good, and very supervised-- but because they are willing to experiment with their look... I am in awe, really, at that willingness. There were several color jobs going on-- highlights, or whatever-- and some perms and such. The student gals working on their clients are beyond cute, and totally trendy/hip/with it. They are the type that can swish their hair up and twist it, clip it with a chip clip, and it looks DARLING. I am sooo not that girl, though.

The girl I am -- er, the mom that I am, really -- is pleased with the whole morning, though. I got a nice haircut, got some fun people watching in, and a couple of hours to myself. Not bad for a Saturday...