I got a haircut on Monday during a frantic evening trip to Lincoln. I composed Ballad of the Strip-Mall Haircut in the truck as I searched for a ‘walk-ins welcome’ place. (It was a real tear-jerker – better than Dirty Busted Shards.)
Hair Masters let me down with their ‘nothing available tonight’, but Cost Cutters was solid for me. A big dude with guitars tattooed all over his arms made my hair shorter. Not any better-looking, just shorter.
I asked him about what can change hair from straight to wavy, and he went into a long snooze-fest, through which I napped a little, but basically, I was either pregnant or went through chemotherapy three months ago (which I don’t remember, but hey – I’ve been kinda tired), or I’ve been leaning my head against my hand 24/7 (also likely). I pointed out the errant wave, and he said, “Oh. Yeah, you’re gonna want to try and flat-iron that out.” Thanks, guitar arms.
I don’t know. I took a picture of it this morning, but I really need to have the same pose each time. Stupid picture taking.
Peggy says
How did ‘guitar arms’ (hehe) forgot the most obvious cause…rising to quickly to the surface of the water when you’re diving.
(PS Your hair looks marvelous! Really.)
Peggy says
…cause I hear that can give you ‘the bends’
Brad says
Ha! I didn’t get it. Thanks for the explanation, Peggy.
Brad says
Just cut the wavy section out.
Problem solved.
Deanne says
I did that once in elementary school. It didn’t go so well.
Karla says
You can always just set it on fire.