The haircut I want. |
The hairdresser was referred by someone in my community who wrote in a newsletter;, "it's the best haircut I've ever received...and I'm 73." Well, that should have been a clue.
So I went to Jack who looked to be about 60 years old, has grandchildren, and kind of a comb-over in the back.
As he fingered through my hair he asked, "Is your hair always this curly?" And then the final nail, "What color is your hair naturally?"
Well, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to tell him my sad little story. The guilt factor still works in my favor although I know I'm on borrowed time.
After a while we decided on a rich brown color with carmel highlights. I love the color. The cut is a different story. He blew the cut out and puffed it out so that I looked like Laura Bush. He told me it's a "foundation" haircut.
The haircut I got. |
"I know," I told him. "I look like Laura Bush."
The next day I went to water aerobics and the ladies noticed the cut. "I know, I look like Laura Bush," I giggled. They looked at me and asked, "What's wrong with that? We love Laura."
I like Laura too. I even once heard her speak when she was the governor's wife. But I don't want to look like her at age 47. She didn't even look like this at 47. I want to look like Dharma in the old '90s show Dharma and Greg. Remember that show? Jenna Elfman plays a child of hippies who has the cutest haircut and is married to a Republican. I want her hair in a warm shade of brown.
Maybe Jack got confused. Maybe he got Jenna confused with Laura. Maybe next time I'm in Dallas I can shock a posh restaurant hostess and say, "I'd like a table please. My name is Laura."
Wow, this actually might work to my advantage.
Wondering if Jack really knows what he has created?
The Wondering Texan
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