My Hair Magician

Hey, check out how super long my hair is now! It goes into a ponytail, so it's long for me. Especially when I tilt my head back like this for this super angle. Photo by Karen Granger (family photo magician)

The other day I went to get my hair trimmed. I'm on a quest. A mission if you will - I'm growing my hair out. And if you know me - you are probably rolling your eyes and saying , "Yeah, that'll last." I have a long term relationship with many break ups and make ups of my ever changing hair. The longest time I went without breaking up with my hair - was the A-line bob. But I even ventured out many times with variations of color. Me and my hair like to experiment. Sometimes its fun. Sometimes its wrong. Very wrong. At that point, we just have to take a bit of a break from each other. That's when I just stop looking at it.

So today - I went in for a trim. It is getting longer. But these ends need a whack. I heart my hair magician. She is sweet. She listens to me and laughs in all the right spots. So when she says "Ok what are we doing today?" I know that is code for "Did you really come in for just a trim or you wanna go back to your A-line bob...again?" And my response is to always ask her to make me look like a movie star or super model. Today I chose super model:
"Well, today I was hoping you could make me look like Elle MacPherson."

"Who is that?"

Good googly. Am I that old? Elle is not that old is she? I'm sorry, Elle. Forgive my hair magician, she knows not what she speaks of, and apparently there's a bit of a generation gap.

Still, she asked what I wanted, and I spotted a picture on an ad and said, make me look like that. I was half kidding because I don't consider my hair to be long enough yet. But hair magician said she could do it. Perhaps she was making up for the whole Elle MacPherson debacle.

Mind you, I never get my hair styled at the hair magician's. But today I was going to a party. Granted, it was a five-year-old's party, but it was a party. So, let's do this. She curled it but just little waves of curl. No Shirley Temple gig or anything. And I was floored that it even stayed.
"Youre going to do all this work and it'll fall."
"I'll make it stay."
"It'll fallllllllll."
"It's so going to stay."

And it stayed! She styled my hair and I looked flipping adorable. I hope I didn't steal the show from the birthday girl. I mean, I was really really cute.

When we left the hair magician, we had a couple of errands to run before the party. The kids assumed their position in the minivan. And as usual, my best conversations with them are when they are strapped in the back of the minivan.

"Mom your hair makes you look younger from behind."
"Well thanks, Lu."
And then just for fun: "How young do you think I look?" It's a daring question to ask a seven year-old. She took some time to think about it - I got nervous.
"So I'm 36 now. How old do I look?"
Still thinking. This can't be good.
"I'd say from the back you look like a teenager!"
Wow. Do teenagers have grey roots? I'm just sayin.
"Well thanks Lucy."
"And your front looks like....."
Oh God is she calculating the wrinkle to pimple ratio? Shouldn't those just cancel each other out agewise anyways? And what about the giant pores? Dark circles? I'm very concerned with what will her calculations be!
..."I'd say you look probably nineteen."
Whew!

Today I did my own hair. No curls, just a wash and and blow dry. For fun, I asked Lucy how old I look. "Um, you look your regular age." I suppose the teenage years couldn't last forever.

That's how I roll.
Song of the day: You Make Me Feel So Young - Ella Fitzgerald