It means hair talk. See, I got a really bad haircut last week. I mean a Really Bad Haircut. This RBH ruined my luscious pony tail. I am bitter.
I bumped into my neighbor that afternoon. We pulled into our parallel driveways at the exact same time. She was backing in, her truck loaded with tree rounds scavenged from two streets over where a large oak had recently been felled. As I oogled her bounty and exclaimed over her good fortune, she glanced at me and did a double take.
I caught the question in her eyes, "What the hell did you do to your hair?!" Louder than words, I tell you, louder than words. She quickly looked away.
There is a two block walk between the parking lot and my office. A scruffy gaggle of Brothers frequently hangs out near an alleyway I pass on the way. Typically I'm greeted with a friendly "hey baaaaab-beee, looking good!" or some other such brotherly babble. I respond with a polite nod, a smile and/or a perky "good morning!"
The morning after my haircut? Yeah. I heard, "WHOA girl! What happened to your hair!?" Awkward.
Wendy insists I look fine. While I value her opinion, she's almost required to reassure me. It's a relationship law or something.
Meanwhile, I had lunch today with my Lunch Friend Lisa. LFL has gorgeous hair. She has, on occasion, offered a merciless opinion of my hairstyle, or lack thereof as the case may be. Friends are called on to play that role at times. At least with someone as hair insecure as yours truly they are. I was sure to get an honest assessment from her.
And what did she have to say? Nothing. Not one goddamned thing. The silence. Oh how it burns. I kept it to myself.
I've discovered a Trader Joe's bag fits me quite nicely. It has a style, a panache, a certain je ne sais quoi all its own. Trust me. It's a vast improvement.
thats a good look for ya! Welcome back to blogging!
If Fran saw this she'd be sending me to Trader Joe's for a bag. She just got her hair cut a week ago and she HATES it. I like my cut, it's just my constantly breaking hair that I hate.
c'mon.. take the bag off.
let's see it.
let us be the judge.
you can always buzz it off and start over.
remember it grows.
Ahhh it's probably not so bad. C'mon, let's see.
Where ya been??? Sheesh!
C'mon we wanna get a look at ya. :)
i keep checking back for the updated pic... c'mon....
Give it up, weese. A photo is NOT forthcoming!
since you won't share a pic, perhaps I should photoshop what I think it looks like!!
C'mon... Weese will pay you if you'll just show a pic! :)
I like how Val is ready to give up Weese's money!
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