Of Stylists and Chocolate and Love at Home
When I was a little girl, my mom used to get her hair done every Friday. She would get it washed and dried and styled and teased and sprayed and set. All week long, she'd sleep on a satin pillow case to keep her hairstyle intact, and she'd just pick through it to freshen the 'do every morning. Then, the next Friday, she'd do it all over again. I loved her hairdressers - Jerry and Larry. They were funny and quirky and kind of outrageous, at least to a five-year-old girl in a mid-sized mid-western town. Maybe that's where I learned my affection for quirky hairdressers. My current stylist is right up there with the best of them in the quirky department, but in a very different way from Jerry and Larry. He decided to become a hair stylist while he was serving in the military during the 70s. He saw the movie "Shampoo," and was inspired by Warren Beatty's flair with women and hair. So, my stylist is ex-military and straight. There's some quir