Early on in my career as a person with hair, I stumbled across the option of the beauty college. Generally titled something like Darlene’s School of Cosmetology, such places are, theoretically, win-win for both the cosmetological students and the shallow-pocketed patrons. For nine bucks, customers can get a hair cut from a country girl named… Continue reading Deep Conditioning, Deeply Discounted
I don’t mean to post all the time about mein Wee Niblet, but, hand to heaven, he continually provides a mind-boggling amount of fodder. For example, we have a deal in the household, when the kids are due for haircuts, that they can go sit in a stylist’s chair somewhere and be enveloped by a… Continue reading If These Photos Represent a Mere Ten Seconds of My Day, How Could I Possibly Find More Hours For Blogging?
Even heathens and pagans know this one: A guy named Paul, a whole long time ago, found a scroll and a quill and, over a leisurely cup of red wine, asserted that “a woman’s hair is her crowning glory.” For completely non-biblical reasons–who is this Paul to me, after all?–I’ve often believed that this assertion… Continue reading FREAK IT, But She’s Hot