Two Cents of my Mad Mind

This weekend I will get my hair cut. I got the last available appointment with my favorite hairstylist this Saturday. It will be at 8am. Yes AM.
I was really lucky to get an appointment after all. I only made that appointment a week in advance and at that time you normally can’t get anything for love nor money.

I did notice the quizzical expression on my hubby’s face. He cannot understand why I can’t just go and find a hairstylist here and why women have a close relationship with their hairdressers. I for one am happy and contend with the girl that does my hair. She does a great job dyeing it and she cuts it exactly the way I want it. She is quick, she doesn’t do small talk and I always leave being fully satisfied.

I am hesitant to go to a hairdresser here. Although I am sure there are some very able ones among the hundreds of stylists in our area, it is just that it takes me ages to find someone that a) doesn’t chew my ears off making small talk, b) is quick and c) does exactly what I asked her/him to do. I found that hairdresser a long time ago and we have a respectful, trusting relationship. I know it won’t cost me an arm and a leg. I will go and see her whenever I get a chance. Which is not always easy with us living about three hours away.

The whole experience is something I like very much. You get there and it is as if you’re in a totally different world. It smells nice, the atmosphere is relaxing, you get great coffee and the head massage. I mean whoever would give you a head massage like this. It is almost too much. If I wasn’t already married I would have to propose right then and there. It is an almost sexual experience.

Are you just as peculiar about the chosing your hair stylist or is it just me and my friends. I sometimes think I should just try something new. Be daring but then I always chicken out.

Anyway, this is what I am looking forward to on Saturday morning more about the weekend to come once it is over.