Hairy Situation

On Tuesday I had a haircut and color scheduled in Blountstown, but first I had to drive into Tallahassee for a few groceries. I knew that the Publix on Tennessee would have everything I needed, and it’s on my side of town, so I pulled in there. After gathering everything on my list, including some amazing tomatoes, I went to the checkout.

The young lady stationed at the register complimented me on my hair. I thanked her then told her I was scheduled for a trim that afternoon. All perfectly innocent, right? Wrong. The slightly older-than-me woman who came up behind me in the line began a rant aimed at me and women like me.

She began with a rueful laugh, “You modern women,” she sneered. “You think you can ignore God’s law.”

I’m sure my eyes grew large, but I continued with my transaction and smiled at her, hoping to calm her down.

She quoted 1 Corinthians 11:15 in a scary voice, saying, “But if a woman has long hair, it is her glory? For her hair is given to her for a covering.”

“You have shamed yourself,” she cried. “God’s word is not negotiable.”

Now, I looked this woman in the eye and calmly said, “Ma’am, I’m a breast cancer survivor.”

You should’ve seen her face. She backed down without saying another word. Of course I didn’t tell her that my diagnosis was 11 years ago, and that since I never had to undergo chemotherapy I never lost my hair, but the self-righteous old biddy deserved a bit of a comeuppance. No regrets.

Peace, people

Wigging Out

Several days ago I was at one of the local malls. I needed a new, smaller belt and a place to walk on a stormy day. After buying a belt (on sale, yay!) I strolled around looking at brightly colored Easter decor, waving at the mall Easter Bunny, and mentally eating all the mall foods that I can’t have right now. If mental calories counted. I’d need to buy a much differently sized belt.

On one pass of the lower level I noted all the pretty wigs on display in the Merle Norman store. I smiled at the lady seated behind the counter, passed on by, and then did an abrupt about face and turned into the store. The clerk did a double take and gave me a warm greeting before asking, “How can I help you?”

This was a couple of days before my most recent haircut, and I told her that I was sick of my hair and wondered if maybe I should just finally let it go gray.

She offered to help me try some different grays on just to see how I’d look. We tried a silver gray. Then a salt and pepper gray. A mushroom gray, and a blonde gray, among others.

After the fourth or fifth one the sweet lady looked at me earnestly and said, “I recommend that you keep coloring your hair as long as possible.”

And that’s why I’ll NEVER go gray.

Peace, people!

Haircut Today!

It’s about time. My style is somewhere between

and

Hoping for something more along the lines of

While I’m at it, a new face would be nice, as well. Hers (above) would do nicely. After all, she’s already got the haircut I want.

Waiting on a miracle here, folks.

Peace, people.

Making the Cut

I’m suffering from a bad hair week. My stylist and I couldn’t get our respective schedules to work out, so I’m at least seven days overdue for cut and color. It’s not a pretty situation. And it gets worse. She can’t get me in until the 14th of October. By that time I’ll look like Jeff Daniels’ character in Dumb and Dumber:

  
There’s not a lot I can do about my situation. My hair is too short to pull back in a ponytail, and it’s too long to style as usual. I look awful in hats. What’s a girl to do? 
Oh! I know! I’ll find photos of other people experiencing bad hair situations and post them here. 

I might know this chick.

  

Hair my cry!
  
Dude! Pink is NOT your color!

  

The dreaded double mustache.

 
Layered look redefined.

 
 
Just no!
   
I feel better already!

Peace, people!