Happy Hair
4 July 2006
I am going to have a happy hair experience.
I’m bored with all the talk about bad hair, bed hair, big hair, après-sex hair etc, etc. In fact I’m designating today, July 4th, happy hair day! After all happy hair is worth celebrating with good cheer and fireworks.
In areas of Colorado, firework displays this evening have been canceled. It’s too dry and drought-like such that loose sparks are a potential fire hazard. I feel a bit like that about my hair.
Living in Boulder’s high tundra desert conditions causes a hair hazard of the dry and frizzy type (think Albert Einstein with his finger in an electrical socket). So I tend to avoid open flames – just in case a lose spark turns into a loose cannon on my head.
Angelstar my stylist is the purveyor of happy hair, or so she thinks. When I pop into the Blue Moon Salon to see her for a cut, she mostly strikes me as the purveyor of oversized navel jewelry, scary reptile tatts and that fashion oxymoron, designer grunge. But I love her, and she loves me.
This is important.
One must be engaged in a love affair with one’s hair stylist in order to act out a high drama break up when he/she gives you a crappy cut.
Of course your stylist might break up with you first, particularly if you’re a high maintenance whinging drama-queen client who is never happy with your hair. Not ever. If that’s the case expect your stylist to dump you!
However, Bloggers, if as the client you have reason to break up with your stylist, i.e. you receive a cut that is hat worthy, then the thing to look forward to is the follow up appointment, otherwise known as the make up re-do.
Yes, making up with your hair stylist is akin to … well, getting back together with your ex and having make up sex! It can be that good. Unless of course you’ve had so much hair cut off first time round that there’s nothing left to rework.
Because I’m absent don’t-hate-me-because-I’m-beautiful long silky locks, I don’t often have happy hair experiences. By American hair-culture standards, short, wiry, dry and flammable hair is tragic and thus unhappy.
But this evening, I’m determined to be happy even if my hair is not, which means I will be wearing a hat just in case I come upon a loose spark. Despite the negatives of my crowning straw, it really would be tragic if it all went up in flames. And besides it’s the fourth of July.
Happy hair day!
