I’m sorry, I’m showing my age..did I say hairdresser? I meant stylist..
Here’s the problem..these trips to get “styled” are mentally exhausting and I am never blown away (haha..😉) with the results.
It’s not her fault, it really isn’t..it’s me.. but regardless (again), this entire process is becoming way more existential than it should be. I think it’s an age thing.
I KNOW it’s an age thing!
24 hours before my appointment, the cycle starts. I’m on google, scrolling through “haircuts for women over 50.”
Why do I keep doing that?
And why does Jennifer Aniston pop up everywhere, all. of. the. time?
I’m sure she’s a lovely person and all, and I still feel bad about the whole Brad Pitt thing, but is her hair really the best hair in the whole world? (I thought Cher had that title..is Cher even still alive?)
The real question is, why can’t I just go to the hairdresser (stylist) and simply say these words: “I’ll take the usual “Sally.”
I gotta keep trying to find that hairstyle that’s finally gonna change my look, rock my (husband’s) world.. make me look “fresh.”
Loosely translated, make me look young(er).
Maybe I go through this every time because the salon has gotten so obscenely expensive. I mean for THAT much money..shouldn’t I come out of there with at least ten years trimmed off.. my face?
“Now we’re getting somewhere” a therapist would say.. “no wonder you’re always disappointed.”
As I said.. it’s exhausting..