The hair salon was open for business. Three patrons chose to employ the skills of the highly-trained professional stylist. Things went swimmingly until the last unnamed customer.
The mane of this particular female is so thick, so thick, that my implement broke with the task of trying to trim a few inches. How can you break a pair of hair-cutting scissors? It is that thick and gorgeous, by the way. I understood why she needed inches off – it was too heavy!
Anyway, the aforementioned barber also does hair coloring and permanent waves, although that last offer hasn’t been tested for years. (And she is itching to dye her own hair purple with the coupon she found for some neon -colored dye!) Rumor is she works on the barter system.
“Bottle of wine and your hair will look fine.”
(This post dedicated to “Praft,” who taught me how to cut hair in college as she courageously gave me her locks on which to practice.)
Praft approves!
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