#103 - Don't Like Pandemic Hair

 
The Beard

Don has it easy. He's been cutting his own hair for years. He looks pretty much the same, except for the quarantine beard... which has now bcome just a mustache. 

Don's had some fun with his hair growth. I have not.

I was long overdo for a hair cut & color, when my salon closed down in April. But suddenly it didn't matter what my hair looked like anymore.  I pulled it back in ponytails and shrugged in the mirror at the gray roots.

Then I saw this photo that Don took a couple weeks ago. Sheesh. I never see the side of my head, that way. Long and stringy and some creepy coloring!

​Appointment

I called for an appointment a while back and now June 24th is suddenly here! Should I go? The National news is telling us scary things about the covid spread in Texas!  

But I didn't cancel this time. I went ahead and drove over, reminding myself that I'd made my appointment early, so I would be the first client.

I knew my stylist would be wearing a mask and that I would be too. 

When I arrived I was glad to see this sign on the door.

That sign actually just went up on the door today. Today is the first day that our county is requiring masks in businesses. I am thrilled.

Ugh!

I'm not thrilled to share this photo. I look really bad.

I was also kind of anxious. How was this going to work?

But I told my stylist (who happens to be wonderful) that I was feeling worried. She moved her equipment cart, with shampoos and blowdryers and scissors, down the hall to a room that is not being used right now.

She wore her mask and I wore mine. I took the loops off and held the mask to my face when needed. I was glad to hear her share her concerns about people not taking this pandemic seriously. We were together 2 hours, but I felt safe and happy. Her job has become much harder, I tipped well.

Home

I was relieved that I got to go home and take off my mask.

I posed with my elephant mask and felt lighter, with no hair hanging on my shoulders.

Maybe I should have just let my gray hair take over. Maybe I should have let Don chop off a few inches.

Too bad I have nowhere to go, with my freshly fixed hair.