I got a haircut on Saturday at 8:45 a.m. I had to go so early because this guy is a haircutting mastermind. He even had a fancy Italian name, because he's from Italy.
His comments (which I was told would be blunt) consisted of some of the following:
1) Gio: There is a new treatment that is much easier on the hair than the Japanese straighening. We call it the Brazilian--but not what you think.
2) Gio: What is with the ponytail?
3) Gio: You have beautiful red hair, which looks red all over, but actually underneath it is a plain mouse brown color. We cannot recreate this haircolor.
He cut my hair, and now I have a real haircut. It has layers and everything. But I have yet to have let it do its thing (which is to go curly wild). I could wind up looking like Little Orphan Annie, or worse, Ronald.
Having curly hair is a dangerous thing. Add red to that, and you could have a nightmare on your hands if it is not handled correctly. Look at Nicole Kidman. She got so freaked out by her hair, that now she's blond and completely straight.
I am attempting to keep it straight right now, but I don't know how much longer I can keep up this beauty charade. And what if I meet the man of my dreams and he likes it better straight? I'll spend the rest of my life straightening my hair! Bring on the Brazilian! (not what you think.)
1 comments:
Alyssa said...
I've had straight hair all week too!