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| Monday, April 16, 2007 |
| Hair do, hair don't |
Ata got a haircut today.
Ata operates a low-maintenance hairstyle. She gets it cut once or twice a year, in the style it took her some time to learn how to communicate to the hairdresser. She does not like changing hairdressers, as it took her a long time to find the one who understood what she wanted. Emily was her favourite. Ata loved Emily. Picked at random in Ata's desperate search for the right hairdresser, Emily turned out to also attend the same gym as Ata, and they recognised each other from the weights class they both participated in. It was meant to be. Emily understood instantly what Ata wanted, and supplied exactly the right haircut. When Ata went back some months later, Emily even remembered Ata and what she wanted done to her hair. Fantastic. Ata loved Emily.
Then Emily went away. Lured by the glamorous life of a cruise-ship hairdresser, Emily left her position at Leon's Hair Studio, and Ata got handed off to Erin.
Erin wasn't too bad. She did, admittedly, give Ata the stripey 'do a year or so ago, but it was liveable, and turned out alright after a few weeks to soften. She also remembered Ata when Ata went back for subsequent cuts.
This time, however, it seemed there had been a change of ownership since Ata last attended Leon's Hair Studio. Erin is no more, and nor are any of the other familiar faces. Instead, Ata found herself parked in front of a friendly and socially acceptably camp male hairdresser as she recited her usual request. A good trim off the bottom, two or three inches or whatever it needs, some layers through the back and the front angled backwards. Ata likes this arrangement. It needs little care, can be tied back if necessary, and curves satisfactorily under her chin. Daniel examined Ata's hair.
"Hm," he said, "It doesn't look like you had layers here last time."
"No," agreed Ata, who had in fact felt that Erin's work last time was somewhat lacking in the layers department. "She didn't put many in last time. I'd like some more this time." Ata was feeling dangerous today. Live life on the edge, and all that. More layers, please.
When Ata got home - many hours afterward, as there were a number of tasks intervening between leaving the hairdressers and arriving home - she looked in the mirror.
"Holy Shining Scissors, Roswell!" exclaimed Ata. "It's a she-mullet!"
Exactly what Daniel was aiming for is unclear. It could have been country-western rock star, surfer chick, or possibly even dominant male lion, but either way - time for a new hairdresser. |
posted by Ata @ 5:47 pm  |
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Ah dear. *laughs* Salon adventures never stop, but the mental image of lion-Ata is breaking me. Heeheehee.
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Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! It's the country rock chick image that's got me...
Ah, but sorry. Poor Ata. Did you not look in a mirror at the hairdresser? Was it really that much of a shock? I can't imagine having my hair done without examining the results thoroughly during and after the cut. And, like you, I only have mine cut once or twice a year.
Hee hee hee.
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Well... I can never get a proper look in those little behind-the-head mirrors, and it was still a little damp. And I was in a hurry. So I just checked that it was about the right length, and went.
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a she-mullet!
oh that is hilarious
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I believe they're called 'fer-mullets', actually.
Heh heh heh, poor Ata...
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Ah dear. *laughs* Salon adventures never stop, but the mental image of lion-Ata is breaking me. Heeheehee.