My hairdresser must have been on something!!

Karlee (yes she was wearing a lower cut top than she usually does and she is very blonde), and moi (yes, looking dumpy with grey hairs).

I've been so busy that I haven't been in to see my hairdresser for much too long, therefore my hair was flat and very drab looking (I'm sure this must have been it) . . .

I usually see her in the morning but I couldn't get in until 8:00 last night and apparently she goes into overdrive at night . . .

It all started out fine, I really like her and trust her (mostly). But I could tell she was a bit more hyper than usual and that's OK - she's quite fun. Well, I made the suggestion that maybe we could change up my style a bit - cut one side shorter than the other side - you've seen those styles, right? And it wasn't much of a change since my hair is mostly short anyway.

She was ALL for it. And so it began. My heart pounds to think of it.

Are other people as timid as I am when it comes to getting their hair cut? I swear I'd rather be at the dentist.

'I'm going to use the razor tonight' she says. OK, she's done that before. All the while she is joking around with the other stylist, talking about her ex, her friends, her cousins and how she loves to have a glass of wine (tee hee) but it sure makes work the next day hard . . . gulp.

'Barb! how are ya doin'?

'Oh, fine' I manage to squeak out as my hair is flying left, right, and centre.

I usually don't get so worried but when I start to notice rooster tails - that's cause for concern. My heart is pounding and I'm trying to think of what am I going to do? Then she pulls out the texturing scissors - aaack - I'm feeling a bit green and manage to say, 'uumm, Karlee I think it's short enough'. Inside I'm screaming PLEASE STOP!

'Oh, not yet, miss Barbara . . . I am not finished with you' she screams (or did I imagine that?)

Oh, the horror, I cannot go on . . .

to be continued . . .