Crazy hair
March 17, 2009 | Nurturing Family
I can’t fix my hair. I tried to put a barrette in it the other day to get my hair out of my eyes and it stood up like a telephone pole by my ear. So Mr. Richard has to help me.
That’s what he calls himself. I sit on a folding chair in front of the bathroom mirror and we do a tango beauty session. He holds the blow dryer and I one-hand the brush.
When my hair is dry he straight irons it.
It’s hilarious. One of the best parts of my every-other-day.
He’s only burned my ear once, but that jerky movement you make when 400 degrees hits the tip of your ear is ugly to a broken collarbone.
Other than that, he’s pretty good. In fact, I think I’d like to have Mr. Richard as my full-time beauty consultant. I get laughter and straight hair. A recent session looked like this:
Suzie: Babe, you’re burning my neck. Can you move the blowdryer to the hair and off the skin?
Richard: Like this? (smoke rises from my scalp)
Suzie: No, more like this, hon. On the hair. Move it back and forth.
Richard: Mr. Richard doesn’t like bossy clients.
Suzie: (laughter)
Richard pulls out a clippy and puts my hair in sections and starts to straighten. We hear a sizzle sound and both jump. It’s a spot of conditioner that we left in the hair. I’m not that good in the shower yet.
Suzie: Hon, that piece is sticking straight out. Can you straighten it down toward my face instead?
Richard: I like it this way.
Suzie: But, could you do it anyway?
Richard: I think it looks nice like this.
I never know what it’s going to look like. One day I had flippy hair. It was kinda cute. Another day I had flat, flat hair. Not so great. The lumpy hair day was another bad one. This past Saturday it looked really good. I think he’s got it!
He’s most fun when he’s teasing the crown. We only do that when I’m going out in public. The first time he complained because it didn’t make sense to straighten it all, and then to “frizz” it up in the back. I explained that it would look good.
Yesterday he really got into the “frizzing” part and my hair stood up like a rooster in back. But once he combed it all down, it looked terrific!
I love my new hairdresser. He’s funny, and handsome. And he’s kind enough to put up with a picky one-armed woman who is sometimes really bossy in the hairdressing chair.
Let’s give a shout-out to Mr. Richard.
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You’re a good man, Richard! I’m not sure I would get that kind of treatment from Wally. Good thing I have naturally curly hair that wouldn’t require much effort for him but hopefully I never have to put him to the test.
Have a good day Suz!
March 17th, 2009 at 4:26 pmOh to be a fly on the wall…..how funny!
March 18th, 2009 at 8:34 pmI’ve got to hand it to both of you. Richard for having the patience to do it and Suzie for being brave enough to trust a man with a hot iron around her head. I love both of you!
D
April 6th, 2009 at 9:36 pm