I went to a hoopty ploopty hair salon today. Armed with a picture of what I hoped for, and a gift certificate.
I knew exactly what I wanted in a hair style. So I searched the internet, and this is what I came up with.
I wanted some of the length cut from my tresses, with perhaps a smidgen of layering. Just a smidgen. Because remember, when it rains, I morph into Rosanne Rosannadana.
I sat in the waiting room. After being offered coffee and a fresh cookie. (Which was soft and delicious, btw, and I’m not talking Keebler’s.) While I got all caught up on my People magazine reading. Recent editions of People magazine. Like from this decade. And I noticed a sign on the wall that said, “Free Wifi.”
The Hair Cuttery doesn’t offer me any of those amenities.
I was finally called to be shampooed by the stylist’s able assistant. And there I melted into the chair as my scalp was gently massaged.
I could get use to that.
Finally, I sat in the black leather seat, ready to be transformed. I showed the stylist the picture. She kept looking from the picture to me, and back to the picture, then me, lather, rinse, repeat.
And I knew what she was thinking. “I ain’t no miracle worker, lady.”
But still. A girl can dream.
Snip snip went a few inches of my hair. Then she spun me around 3 times, perhaps hoping to make me dizzy enough not to notice some serious layering that was happening to my locks.
And when she finished, my hair did indeed look adorable.
But I looked nothing like Heidi Klum.
I guess I’d have to stay there a whole lot longer and spend a whole lot more money before that miracle would come to pass.
And I’d show you a picture, but when I sashayed out of the salon, sporting my new sassy do, the heavens opened up and rained right down on my head.
Heidi Klum looks good wet. I do not.
I’ll be posting from the homeschool convention this weekend, and I’m sure to share photographic evidence.
And what luck! We’re expecting rain all weekend!