Friday, December 01, 2006

A pregnant woman walks into a salon...

There is this urge, when largely preggo, to recklessly hack off one's hair in an attempt to feel like a new, non hippo-shaped person.* I have been suffering from this desire for several days now. Luckily, fortune, and a stylist named Ryan, intervened and prevented me from getting my "Lt. Kara Thrace" haircut this afternoon.

I walked into a very fancy salon and up to the nicely tailored man behind the counter. I was dressed in yoga pants, a sweater, and no make-up. He asked me what he could do for me, and I told him. "I am 5 months pregnant, and I need my hair to be something more than a giant mop hanging off my head." He looked me up and down, said "congratulations" and told me Ryan would take care of me at two. He then asked a very thin pretty woman to take my information down and seat me with tea and cookies while I waited.

I contemplated my short new 'do' while waiting, and wondered what Lee was going to think about the loss of my golden locks. I was eventually led to shampoo, and relaxed further while Jessica washed my hair. Why is it that simply having someone else wash your hair can be a transformative experience? Afterwards, I was led to a chair and introduced to the man who would shore my head.

He asked me what I was looking to do, and I told him. He then said no. I paused for a moment, and said "you won't cut my hair?" He told me, "I will cut your hair, but every time a pregnant woman walks in here, she wants to hack off all her hair, and everytime she comes back, she hates it. I will work with you to cut it into something stylish and sexy, but I will not cut it off."

I contemplated his comments and slowly began to realize that he had been placed on this earth to prevent me from shaving my head in my fifth month of pregnancy. I agreed to his terms and emerged from the salon an hour later with a great haircut.

Here are a few pictures of the new cut, and the baby belly!

Much better than a highly short boy cut inspired by a fictional female soldier in outer space. Thank the PTB's for Ryan.

(* Before anyone posts to tell me I do not look like a hippo, I want to explain my comment. You see, when a hippo lays on it's back in the water, you can only see it's face, it's feet, and it's belly. When I lay on my back in the water, you can only see my face, my feet, and my belly. Therefore, I feel as though I have a lot in common with a hippo at this point in my pregnancy. Besides, they are kind of cute.)


Mom said...

After talking to you on the phone, Mar called her salon and begged to be seen. She, too, has a shorter cut & feels much better. See the influence you wield?

Woman with a Hatchet said...

Nice 'do! And of course hippos are cute!

Tessa said...

Super cute! Miss you!

Scylla said...

Yay Aunty Mop!! I am glad that Ryan was able to save both of us from the shorn sheep effect!

Thanks for the compliments! I miss you all so very much.

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