My son and his fiancé are coming this weekend to visit and so I made a hair appointment with the lady that cuts my hair.
I begged her to do something! I wanted to look 'nice' or nic-er. Or
something...
She styled it a few weeks ago after we did the funky color adventure. Sadly, by morning my hair had lost all the nice styling she'd applied. However, I loved it since I'd never had my hair 'styled' before. It DID look really nice!
So this time I asked for a braid or something. A French braid looks pitiful and painfully thin. So she said...
What about pigtail braids?
Why not? It would be sporty even if it turned out thin and ugly.
I told her that I'd be hiking on Saturday so a flouncy style wouldn't really suit me as I'd ponytail it up and stick it under my baseball cap.
She started as another stylist watched and we all laughed and giggled at the result. I loved it!
I told Andrea that the only thing left to do was to get some floral wire and make the pigtails stick out sideways and
I
could
be
Pippy Longstocking!
Who was by the way, one of my childhood heroes.
Pippi was adventurous, kind hearted, and always so free and independent. She was my heroine.
When she finished I laughed and giggled which in turn made the other hairstylist laugh and giggle. I got up and twirled around like a kid.
The one lady said that she thought this was much more adventuresome than...
dying hair 'blue' and doing the weekly curl.
I concurred. I felt joyous and fun.
No. I cannot braid my own hair this well. I like fun stuff. Normally I tire of long hair quickly and cut it all off.
But I may just keep the longer thinner hair that has beautiful silver streaks in it for fun.
After all, I don't think I've changed that much since I was a kid.
I'm still that adventurer...
