Monday, November 24, 2008

Curls and Tresses

An issue that we are all worried about is the current economic slump and we will get to that in a bit. But before that, I need to tell you about what happened to me the other day.

It happens when you least expect it. It’s happened to nearly everyone in fact. A haircut that's had you in tears by the time you've arrived home! It usually right before an event that is bound to attract all the people that you know who own an 18X zoom camera.

So on the very fateful day my cousin and I marched to the swanky new beauty salon. We had a very compelling reason to go to a new beauty salon instead of the friendly neighborhood shop down the lane... we had peanuts for brains. Now I know the only difference between these two places is organic juice. As I was whisked away to my chair for the cut of my life, I explained to my stylist(now nemesis) the kinda cut I wanted and she nodded her head vigorously. Little did I know That she would have nodded just as vigorously had I been talking to her some Slovakian language. As she chopped away at my hair, inch by inch, and the black locks fell to the floor, I began to understand the feeling that comes with a bad cut. Did she know what she was doing? But naively I convinced myself I’d get through the ordeal unscathed...
I heard my cousin mutter something incoherent. Sympathies I thought. (I later got to know that she was thanking the Lord that I went in first.)The mood there was temperamental... I was flying into quite a temper and was convinced that my stylist was mental.

I wish I had a picture (I know you think I’m exaggerating), but at the time I wasn’t emotionally strong enough to digitally archive my tragedy.

It takes an about three months to recover from a bad cut and another three months to convince yourself to get one more. It took me almost a year since the tragic event to write this. But I still do not find words to describe how my hair looked then.

Frankly I do not know how somebody can think about the economic slump at a time like this. Maybe we should all just learn to love hats.