Thursday, October 27, 2011
Back in the good old days, I had curly hair. Well, I did. Even just a few years ago my hair was curly. Then it grew out, unrestrained. My hair was so happy to be given free rein. As it got longer, it became wavy, then finally more straight than anything else. I figured it was the length that made it straight. Imagine my surprise yesterday when I rose from the chair at the hair salon, my hair much shorter and layered extensively, but still straight even though Richard, my hair guy, applied all the correct curl producing product, fouffed and fluffed and did his professional best to bring back the curl. He was as surprised as I was.
The haircut is very Mad Men. It was time for a change; I was so over the hippie hair. But what I imagined was a poufy head of curls. Hmm. How weird. Oh well.
It's a gray, soggy day in Washington DC. Cozy, autumnal. My plans include nothing more than receiving a massage, later on doing massage for a couple of clients. I'll have plenty of time to think about how change is ongoing and unavoidable, how life would be truly boring if this were not true.
I have straight hair? I know in the big scheme of things this is not especially remarkable. But it was a big surprise. Wow, or should I say whoa? You never know what's going to happen next. Oh yeah.