May 25, 2005

You know what else is bothering me?

My hair. Or lack thereof.

I had gotten to the point yesterday where I felt like I was wearing a sheep on my head because it (that being, my hair) had gotten so unruly and wooly, growing to near Spector-esque proportions, especially back there in the back above my collar.

So, I called and made sure my most favorite young fleshy stylist girl was working yesterday at HeadStart, and after verifying this information, and after going home last night and eating supper, and then gathering the whole family up again so that we could all travel to the lovely strip mall so I could be shorn and Reba could go buy somebody some sort of baby shower gift, I went in and had a seat to wait on Miss Alicia.

Luckily, the wait was very short, and I was greeted with her usual warm smile and round-as-a-puppy cuteness as she sat me down. "Shorter all over and up off the neck and ears?" But of course!

She sat in to clipping and scissoring and chatting. Turned out she'd been there since 8 that morning, and had another hour to go until 8 that afternoon before quitting time. That's a lot of hair-cutting.

Anyway, she continued to have her way with my follicles, and after what seemed like a VERY short time, I was ready to go again. She dusted me off and I vigorously slapped at my scalp to get the rest of the fur clippings off, ran a brush through the remainders, paid my money, paid her a well-deserved (so I though) tip, and left to go find the rest of the crew.

Fast-forward to this morning, when I am trying to get ready for my early meeting. Shower, wash bits of hair, dry off, go to comb hair, annnnnnd--


Over my right ear, a nice big whitewall with a lumpy gap right in the center. The left side? Lower. Not only did I have a wide irregular hunk of scalp showing, IT WAS ONLY LIKE THAT ON ONE SIDE! I could almost have been more happier if it was equally gappy on both sides.


I found that I can sorta hide it by combing it straight down and swirling it forwards slightly in a Trumpian way (except imagine Trump with short hair), and I can kinda pat the other side down some so it approximates the right thickness, but I still know it's there, and to make matters worse, it was done by my favorite young fleshy stylist girl!

Do I go back and tell her to fix it?!

Do I just never go back?!

Nah. It'll grow back. I'll just be sure to tell her next time to be more careful.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 01:20 PM

That's the hazard of my cutting the rest of my family's hair. If I mess up I WILL hear about it. Of course ya get what ya pay for.

Posted by: Sarah G. at May 25, 2005 01:49 PM

Oh and Terry, I promise I'll never give you clown makeup a la Phil. I'll just give you goofy outfits. You have to admit you do look happy in your pony costume.

Posted by: Sarah G. at May 25, 2005 01:56 PM

Maybe I should go start an online barber shop...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 01:56 PM

And yes, the pony costume helps keep the squirrels calm.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 01:57 PM

Of course you know the difference between a good hair cut and a bad one?

About three weeks.

Seriously, I sort of envy the females in my household. They can go and deal with the same person everytime they get their hair done. For the guys its different. We get to the chain shops in strip malls and deal with a different person everytime. Sort of makes me want to look for an old barber shop. . . . I wonder if Floyd's taking any new customer?

Posted by: El at May 25, 2005 02:11 PM

But y'see, I thought I had found my Floyd(ette). I suppose it was just the effect of a twelve-hour shift. Next time, I'll make sure to wait until the weekend and go first thing in the morning. (Or maybe after she's had breakfast--wouldn't want her to be too weak to hold the scissors right.)

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 02:18 PM

If you can find the same girl in the shop every 6 weeks (I tend to wait a little to long between clips) you're doing better than me.

Posted by: El at May 25, 2005 02:31 PM

That's what I know--the last girl I could really depend on moved to Gulf Shores seven years ago. Miss Alicia has been here for a while now, and is very popular because she usually does a great job--she's the one who cut Cat's hair the first time, and she colored and cut Reba's hair several weeks back, and the last time she cut my hair it looked really REALLY good.

::sigh:: At least she's still cute.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 02:38 PM

So here's the ethical question of the day. Do I send you the copy of my latest photoshop effort, or just post it for the world to see?

Posted by: skinnydan at May 25, 2005 03:01 PM

As long as we get to see it, Dan...

El, I'm a girl and I always get my hair cut at Supercuts. Real hairdressers are too expensive and I like my hair boring anyway.

Posted by: Jordana at May 25, 2005 03:14 PM

Post it. As long as I have on clothes in it.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 25, 2005 04:46 PM

can we see pictures?

Posted by: DaveH at May 26, 2005 08:41 AM

Not today--the camera is at home. But maybe tomorrow. Or not.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 26, 2005 08:43 AM

Terry's new 'do.

Posted by: skinnydan at May 26, 2005 09:17 AM


Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 26, 2005 09:25 AM