Torture Day . . . erg, I mean, Hair Cut Day

Maybe I'm the only woman in the world who doesn't squeal with delight at the prospect of getting a hair cut.

Maybe I'm just paranoid about someone I don't know running their hands and a pair of scissors through my hair.

Maybe I'm the only one found cringing in the movie theater when there's a hair washing scene that's supposed to be romantic. Instead of seeing sensual romance, I'm imagining scalp burns, scents that make me sneeze, and drowning.

Is it just me?

Does anyone else have hair cut horror stories?

Ever been burned in the shampoo chair? Had water accidentally sprayed in your face?

Walked out after countless hair cut appointments with the plan to buy a new hat?

I don't know what I do to make hair stylists so angry. Really. I used to be as quiet as possible as a teen in the hopes that I wouldn't ruin their concentration or cause a slip of the scissors. Now I try to simply be friendly and go with whatever mood the stylist seems to be into.

However, my hair has different ideas.

My hair just doesn't go the direction that hair stylists want it to go. It doesn't accept curling irons - it flattens. When flattened with a straightener, it curls. When shellacked with products and straightened, sometimes it stays . . .just long enough for the hair stylist to look at me, swivel the chair away from the mirror and say . . ."you know, your face looks better when your hair has a little body to it."

Thankfully my time in the swiveling torture chair is over for now.

And I don't have to buy a hat.

Plus, I didn't get burned, have my hair yanked, or get sold on products that make my scalp itch.

It was actually an exceptional hair cut day.

On a writing note, it got me wondering . . . what do my characters think about their hair? Does Clara like hair cuts? Does Salene? What about Stelia? It's not something that really fits in my book, but yet, hair is something we all have to deal with every day. . . .hmm. Maybe I'll add a "hair moment" in my next book.