nothing like a new haircut

I love that fresh from the salon feeling of getting a haircut. I love the smell of the salon products. The silky-smoothness of the professional blow-out that I can never quite get at home. All this is enhanced by the fact that I always wait until I am completely desperate and absolutely despising my hair before I make an appointment. I hold out as long as I can. This time I waited longer than I have since adolescence--6 months! I didn't even get my haircut before my wedding in March!

So, Tuesday when I went to Hair Expressions in Chapel Hill to freshen up my neglected mane it felt like heaven. The stylist, Carol, was a hoot. She is several years past middle age, a single mother to two adult daughters, and a bit of a hippie. She had a picture of her "guru" framed by the mirror and spoke of taking frequent trips to Florida to learn from him. I never found out what his exact philosophy is. Carol was also full of stories from living in San Francisco and studying a type of massage therapy that is supposed to release suppressed memories from one's muscles. I have no idea how that works, but it sounded nice. As for the haircut, you can see for yourself that it turned out well. My only complaint is that it took about an hour and half. Carol was not a fast cutter, which made it a very good thing that she was so darn fun to talk to!