If I Were a Rich (Wo)man.

It’s been six weeks since my last haircut, which is kind of a problem now that my hair is short again because it means that it’s time for another haircut.  This wouldn’t be an issue if I trusted randoms to cut my hair, but I don’t so much. 

Don’t get me wrong, I was fine popping into Mastercuts once in a while when I had short hair because I can even out a few strands here and there when I have long hair with no bangs.  But now I have a short a-line with bangs and I don’t trust anyone with that shit. 

Except my hairdresser.

Who lives in FarNorCal.

Three and a half hours away from me.

Even though gas is super cheap, I’m also (hopefully more temporarily than it has been) pretty poor right now, which makes it difficult for me to justify a trip to Redding to get my hair cut.  Even if it does mean I get to see my parents.

I was feeling bad about this earlier and thinking about how much I want a cut and how I want to dye my hair auburn and put some kind of fuscia/red in it when I remembered that one of my coworkers had mentioned his wife does hair several months ago when I first got my short cut.  So I sent him a message and asked about it; he gave me her number and the name of her shop so I could look it up.

Which I did.

And it’s fancy.

Just a standard women’s haircut is $65.

Fuck me, $65 for a haircut? 

The whole reason I couldn’t justify going to Norcal was the expense.  For like $20 more than that haircut I could spend a day with my family, too!

I wish I could just magic myself there so I didn’t have to pay for the gas or drive for 8 hours.  Then I could hang out and get my hair cut.

But no. 

I decided to move to the Bay Area, where a one bedroom apartment costs more each month than the three bedroom townhouse I rented in Turlock when I went to school.  Half the square feet, twice the rent.  And I’m not even in the city.

It’s sad, but things like this make me seriously question how much I really want to spend my life here.  The expense and the traffic are really the only two things I have a problem with, but they’re big problems.  I’ve had it take me 40 minutes to drive the 15 miles from my work to my apartment.

And you basically have to be making a six-figure income to afford anything decent, as far as square footage and living conditions are concerned.

I feel like I’m just incredibly frustrated about everything lately. 

Probably the fact that I just got a decent raise at work and I still apparently can’t afford a haircut could have something to do with it.

Herr Day

My mom and I got our hair done in stages between each other.

I actually really enjoy doing it this way because we rarely get to hang out together.  My hairdresser (who is my boss's wife; her salon is literally three feet from my desk) reminds me of my mom in a lot of ways.  She's not as anxiety prone as we are, but the way she interacts with her kids is definitely reminiscent of the way my parents were with us when we were teenagers.  It's a fine line between friendship and role model.

It took over three hours to finish my hair.  Part of the reason for this is that my mom had to be rinsed before my rollers were finished.  I also forgot to ask if she could wax my eyebrows until closer to the end of my appointment instead of the beginning.

It was kind of a pamper day, I guess.

That, and I really don't have time to mess around with my eyebrows.  Waxing is way easier.  Though, not something I would necessarily choose to do to myself.  I get really nervous about my eyebrows.

By 8:15 PM, I was tired and hungry.  But my hair was done.  And I was in love with it.

The only downside is that I can't wash it until tomorrow morning.

I'm one of those terrible women who washes her hair every morning.  If I don't, I can feel the oils in it and I am not a fan.

I haven't washed it since Monday.  I feel nasty.

Since you asked so nicely, I took a couple pictures.

I hope you like it as much as I do.  If you don't, you can just keep your damn mouth shut because I don't really care what you have to say.

Just playing.

Or am I?