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July 15, 2009

Hair Therapy

Tonight I went to go get my hair cut and colored.

I love my hairdresser, she's been doing my hair for a few years now. She's as cute as a button, 5 feet tall, weighs about 90 pounds wet, wears 6 inch wedges and I love going there.

I come walking up the stairs and she gives me a hug and says:

"Hi, how are you! You're not stressed are you?"

Okay, seriously? Do I have a tattoo on my forehead that I cannot see? Just to be sure, here's a photo of me in my glory, getting my hair done today. Anyone see a tattoo? Do I LOOK stressed?

I'm starting to think I am being Punked and everyone who sees me is supposed to ask if I am stressed? I'm hoping to see Ashton pop out of the bushes any minute!

This is getting silly. I was not feeling the least bit stressed.

After all, a hair styIST is one of the better 'ISTs' to be going to!

In fact a Hair Stylist is almost as good as a psychotherapIST, only a whole lot cheaper!

She works at a new salon where the sink, dryer and hair cutting chair are all in one small room, no switching areas along the way.

At her old salon, I would get my hair color and therapy session done in one chair, then go sit under the dryer in another room, while the woman behind me did the same thing. I never crossed paths really with the other clients, or heard their life confessions.

Wow. It wasn't until today when I got my color, and spilled my guts, and moved over to the dryer two feet away, and the next lady sat down and started to talk, that I realized how much hair stylists know about everyone!

I mean, I knew, but now I KNOW.

I've sat there before at the old salon and talked away while the lady next to me has gotten her hair done by another stylist, and not given it a second thought.

I suppose subconsiously we weren't using the same therapist so it didn't matter.

Plus, once the hair dryer is going, you can't hear the lady next to you talking, so it didn't matter.

Well, well, well.

What a wide awakening!

The next client sat down and started talking while I sat by the dryer, and I tried not to listen but okay, it was hard not to, but I heard her current life drama, all out in the open for the three of us in the room to hear.

These women hear more than lawyers and priests combined!

I have whole new respect for hair stylists/therapists now.

I sure hope beauty school training (that makes me think of Grease and Frankie Valley...'Beauty School Dropout'...) includes some sort of training in psychotherapy!

My next session is not for six weeks, I'm wondering if she will let me come in for therapy, even if I don't get my hair cut?

Like, maybe I can pay her to let me just sit in the chair and talk?

I wonder if she could have some red wine on hand? Hmmm.....

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