my flowing locks... the saga continues.

it's that time again.
i need to get my hair did.
YET AGAIN i need a new hairdresser.
what is wrong with me?
i have not been able to find a decent hairdresser for years.
see here





i want THIS.
not the gob.
just the head.
not the colour.
just the style.

i confess.
i've gone cheap the last two times.
i was sick of paying thru the nose and TIPPING and then going home and thinking,
"WTF?".
my last cheapy i drove about 30 miles thru the countryside one night after work. where the landscape of stark trees was interrupted only by the baying of a coyote and the strum of a duelling banjo.

my coworker recommended a 'friend' who was cheap but good.
i only heard the word 'cheap'.
good, i may have just imagined.

my coworker lives in the country so when she said that the hairdresser friend wasn't THAT far i of course believed her.
NOT FAR to a country gal is not the same as MY not far.
me being a girl who is surrounded by bricks and mortar and streets with tarmac and cars and buses, shops and people.
and when my coworker told me that in order to reach this house where the 'cheap' hairdresser lived i had to leave the paved road after a journey thru the sticks and drive down an unpaved gravel road was i perturbed?
pah!
not when 'cheap' is concerned.
not i!

i set off with map in hand and by the time i arrived, some 40 mins later, to a remote farm on the outskirts of nowhere, i was drenched in flop sweat and probably would have let ANYBODY cut my hair, provided they gave me directions to get home.
if she'd sat me down and proceeded to do the job with a knife and fork i most likely would have just nodded and smiled.

i held the hairdresser's new baby while she did my highlights.
i read a story to her 4 year old while SHE too sat on my knee and held the baby,
i'm not kidding.
they do things differently on the farm i can tell ya that.

when it was over i said thanks.
i meant it.
she was nice.
the baby was nice.
the litle girl was also nice.
the farm was nice.
and the cow in the field and the goat in the barn that i saw from the window were also nice.
i paid.
i tipped.
i will NEVER return.
i drove home.
it took me F.O.R.E.V.E.R.

i thought i'd never see civilization again.
as the landscape of trees gave way to the familiar outlines of shops and houses, only then did my butt cheeks unclench.
and guess what?
my hair wasn't TOO bad.
in a country-style bowl on your head kinda way.
sort of chic.
only with a k on the end.

so where to now?
i'm running out of options in the city.
countryside is out.
maybe i'll try the U.S. next.
after all, we are a border town almost.
not THAT far to go.
and i have GPS now.