Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Hair Raising Days

I head (no pun intended) to the hair stylist about every four-five weeks as my hair grows beyond fast.   Usually, though, the visit is after my work day, the salon being open until 9 PM. I give my regular stylist a lot of credit.  My hair is baby fine, curly (I refer to it as "free range") and well, red. I won't mention the few strands of grey and trying to match that.  It's the hair stylist equivalent of juggling knives.

I went in last week for a hair cut and some "natural highlights" which involve a  transfer of cash similar to ransom, and an hour and a half with enough foil on my head to attract a number of conspiracy theory admirers.

I also went in without lunch or dinner due to the day I had at work.  I figured that I could grab some takeout on the way home as my husband was out of town and I hadn't planned on cooking, Abby Lab was being walked a couple of times and fed by my dogwalker due to the long day (legal hearing) so she was taken care of.

As my stylist did the trim, I had a ladies magazine on my lap, with my reading glasses off,  as the beautiful genius that does my hair finished up the cut and blow dry.

Did I mention that when I hit 50  I had to get "reading glasses" and anything just a  foot away is a bit blurry? First, it was the pages at Bible study, then mailboxes, and soon I was looking through the rack for "readers" with all the other grandmothers.

The magazine I was reading at the salon had a colorful picture of a bowl of soup in it.  I started to get really hungry  It looked SO good and that bagel and apple and coffee at 6 a.m.were distant history. I think I drooled on the page. The lady in the next chair over mentioned that, looking quite perplexed when I said: "I SO want a bowl of that."   I couldn't wait until I was free of sculpting gel and a dryer to stop at the gourmet grocers for some of that, the broth, the succulent chicken, perhaps some shrimp, while I curled up with a glass of expensive white wine and Bach.

Then I put my glasses on.
I'd been drooling over cat food. Friskies Fancy Feast no less.

After that,  I stopped  McDonald's for a Filet O Fish and the liquor store for a bottle of white wine, just grabbing one from their "pick of the week" display as I was tired.   When I got home and tried to open it with the wine opener and I couldn't puncture the top I realized it was a twist off cap.

Filet O'Fish and McWine.

Maybe I should have just gone for the cat food.


  1. I guess this means cats are far sighted and that is why they eat that stuff

  2. BOL! I dunno, I think it looks pretty good!

  3. Howls from a fellow person who couldn't read without glasses if there was a gun to my head!

  4. Yipes! My ghostwriter says she thinks some pets eat better than their humans!

  5. OMG THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!!! Too funny!!! I was laughing at the hair coloring memories (BTW your hair color is beautiful!).....I started turning gray at 27....didn't start coloring my hair until I was 30......then it never stopped. From my 40s on I was doing the highlight lowlight thing too with the foil, spending a fortune etc. I am now 63 and last year I let my hair go natural. My hair isn't gray, it's pure white. (kids pay a fortune to get my color). Have to tell you it is BEYOND liberating to not have to worry about roots anymore, but I won't lie........sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder just who the hell I am looking at!

  6. Oh, you sound like Ma!!! Though, Ma is too cheap to gets the fancy schmancy hair color done...she spends a whole 7 dollars for an at home kit. And it looks like it too!!! BOL!!!! (don't tells her I said that, k????) And Ma was just sayin' the other day that she can't squint small enough to read anymore, and is gonna have to look like an old lady with reading glasses hanging around her neck! Can support hose be far behind???
    As Betty Davis said, "Old age ain't no place for sissies!"
    Ruby ♥

  7. love it!!! LOL :O) and a Happy Valentines Day to you ;O)


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