Follicular Rejection

Here's a crazy story for my Friday blues...I am still nursing my wounds from yesterday about this one. Dan has a hairstylist friend who we have known for years. Since we are in the poorhouse, he offered to cut and color my hair for a deal, and so I went in for a consultation (at HIS suggestion, I might add at this point). We laughed, looked at hair pictures, and talked about what I had in mind. I did let him know that I was picky about my hair, but that everything he suggested sounded PERFECT and that we were on the same page. I let him know I would call him when I had the $$ to book the appointment and I went on my merry way with visions of luxurious sun-kissed locks in my mind absent of split ends after the past 3 months of hair neglect. A week goes by, and the "hairstylist" asks Dan if he has an extra ticket for a concert in late August. Dan suggests that he give him the ticket in exchange for him doing my hair. Well, he tells Dan, "I really don't want to do Rachel's hair. " What??? SO, I call him up to schedule my appointment and jokingly let him know I heard he didn't want to do my hair. He told me that he was serious and that he thought I was so particular that he would disappoint me and it would come between his friendship with Dan and that I would probably want him to redo it and that it would be a pain, etc... Now, this may all sound reasonable, but this is a person who has OFFERED countless times to do my hair, and who was on the same page as me when we met in his salon. I know this sounds extreme, but how dare I be rejected by a hairstylist! I would have paid him, I would have respected him, and I am sure it would have turned out great. I felt so rejected and hurt that I am embarrassed to admit I got a little teary when he told me he wouldn't do it.

But, I quickly nursed my rejected spirit and called the nearest salon and got a fabulous hair cut.
Still, something in me felt more hurt than normal. Since I lost a friendship this past year with another hair stylist that was unstable (for different reasons), I have decided that it is unwise to ever let "friends" do your hair. Hair should be a strict business transaction for me, because every time I have tried to mix hair and friends, I have come up empty.

So, $32 for a cut and a box of $3 hair color from Walgreens later, I am a new woman. I have decided not to let this follicular rejection get me down, but to pick my head up, shake out my hair, and carry on without a cosmetologist in my life.

(Yes, this above story is not meant to be taken completely seriously, but for the record I DO feel it is always unwise to mix hair and love)

Here are some things I learned this week that are important to share:

1) Javier likes Daniel Lanois, and so do I. He is fab. Acadie is a great CD for any who care.

2) I love dried strawberries. Try 'em.

3) Eli is amazing at Scrabble. He beat me by more than 50 points, and I actually TRIED.

4) God is re-invigorating something inside of me that has been dormant for a long time--that part of me that wants to stay "present" with what I may have to offer the world, and what other have to offer me. This includes, but is not limited to, writing, creating, and living a more "alive" existence. Vague, but still significant.

5) KP has the coolest web links I could ever imagine.

6) I am more sad about my parents divorce (which is in the works right now) than I previously thought. This was triggered by visiting my Dad's new townhouse in Colo Springs this week, and it was weird to see a "bachelor" pad for my Dad after only knowing him in the context of our family home for all of my 27 years.

7) There are so many movies I want to see right now that my mind is frenzied. Open Water, Manchurian Candidate, The Village, Collateral...with popcorn and a date, that should run me about $90. That is absurd. I could have gotten my hair done for the same or less, but instead, I think I will use that hair money to go see movies to take my mind off of my follicular rejection.