OK, Nicci outdid herself this time with a fierce new color. She mixed up different shades to create her own color. Even the other stylists were asking her what it was and commenting on my hair as they walked by. It is brite, brite, brite. I would like to say it is pink but it actually has a reddish color to it too. It was such a fun color that she decided she needed to add some to her own hair. So I helped her pin a section of her hair back and then she put some of the new color on a chunk of her bangs. It was of course a pleasant experience to be able to leave work early and have her listen to my recent woes and offer support. I was looking forward to the appointment all day. It is so nice to be able to go somewhere like that and be treated well and smiled at by nearly everyone. I say nearly everyone as there was one customer – I assume the mom of a teenage daughter who was getting her hair done – who sat opposite of Nicci’s station. I tried to ignore her but every time I looked around she was giving me the evil eye. It was easier to dismiss her meanness though having overheard her picky demands about what she expected for her daughters new hair cut. She was completely rude to the stylist. So I figure she is just a bitter mean person and that is why she gave me the evil stares instead of the smiles that everyone else was unable to avoid when they saw the fabulous color I am now sportin’.
My friend’s daughter is five and every time I call my friend and her daughter asks who she is talking to – her second question is asking what color my hair is now. I told her today that we are getting a new color and promised to visit her soon so that she can see it. She had predicted brown spots with pink stripes. That would have been interesting