Shorn....like a sheep.

It started out as such a nice little day.....the day after Vacation Bible School ended....the 6th day without my girls (meaning that I am on the home stretch, with only 3days remaining until they are back on American soil, in my arms, in their own beds). It was a day in which I was beholden to no one.....John working early and late, College Boy laboring away at his summer job....what should I do? Sleep?!? That was the activity of choice - until the mosquito bite on my foot was itching so fiercely that it woke me up - at 5:45. As I was scratching like a mad man, my mind drifted to Costa Rica....and mosquitoes, and the Malaria medication that we did NOT give our girls, on the advice of our Dr. and the US Government....and what if the girls have mosquito bites, and it was from the one mosquito that had flown from the East Coast of that country to the West...with the sole purpose of infecting my daughters.....I pulled myself together after a couple of cups of coffee - enjoyed predawn in the Pavillion (you know....my converted Car Port). Since my dear friend sleep had eluded me, might as well start the day....First up - Pedicure. Long overdue Pedicure. I was the first customer at my preferred salon, and got "the new girl". She was fabulous! Pleasant and funny, she gave me a great pedicure with a kissy pinky red polish. Then, on my way back to the car, I took a short cut through Belks - and there before me, in all their glory, was an amazing pair of RED cowboy boots....on sale....big sale.....for a price that I could afford (translate, put on my Belks Card). My blog tonight was SUPPOSED to be dedicated to the sublime perfection of my new boots (Now resting in a place of honor in my closet - purchased to celebrate hitting the 45 pound lost mark). If only I could end the story there.....
    I was on a Red Boot High, when I got to the car...why not go for the whole shebang, I thought to myself....lets get the hair cut too! Now - I am loathe to admit - that I am a haircut cheapskate.(Much to the everlasting dismay of my niece, who is a very accomplished hair stylist, and who would gladly cut my hair for free, I am sure, if she didn't live half way across the State). If Great Clips is not running their 5.99 special, then I just take myself over to the beauty school by  Hobby Lobby. It's not like my hairstyle is complicated - blunt cut, straight across, with long layers - finished out with a trim to the bangs. While I was waiting in the beauty school lobby for my name to be called, I picked up the US Weekly laying on the table, and was quickly engrossed in the "Who wore it Best" feature. This might explain why I did not immediately look up, when I heard a voice going down the line - "This you name? This you name?".....I looked up, and saw a woman - disheveled, less than clean, and of indeterminate origin, smiling and waving a card in my face "This you name?" For the briefest of instants, I contemplated saying "Nope...not me". Instead, I returned her smile and said "Yes, I am Kelley"........if only I had gone with the first instinct......To say that her English was broken, would be an understatement, and for the next hour the only phrase I understood was "You want me fix gray?" I assured her that I myself would be taking care of the gray, with the help of Miss Clarol, later on, in the privacy of my own room. I relaxed as she used the good smelling shampoo on my hair - to give credit where credit is due, she did a great job on the hair washing. I gave clear, instructions - with Hand gestures too, I might add - telling her how I wanted my hair cut....trimmed really - holding my thumb and forefinger about an inch and a half apart. An industrious student, she was at work in a flash, clipping here - clipping there....my back was to the mirror, and I became caught up in the goings on - the beauty school is a busy place, you know.
    Finished at last, and chattering away in her approximation of English - my student turned me to face the mirror. You know those tears that fall immediately and unbidden from your eyes when you least expect them? Yep.....I had them, for instead of a nicely trimmed, just above shoulder length, layered bob - I was now the mortified owner of an ear length 70's shag cut. "You no like?", she said, as her instructor came rushing over. "I'm sure it's a very nice cut", I stammered, " It's just really short". The instructor picked up the comb, and off she went - "Let me see your shears.....oh these are awful - too tight(whatever that means) - you need new ones...." On and on the admonishments came, and with each word - she cut and cut - I am assuming in an attempt to "even things up".....So it is that my nice little day came to an abrupt end. I am shorn....like a sheep.....like a sheep whose shepherd had really rusty clippers, and was, perhaps blindfolded at the time of the shearing. In an attempt to look on the bright side, it was a lot easier to color my hair, after supper....and thrifty too.....I barely even used half of the hair dye.....I could share....any takers?