Yep. I cheated.
Just recently, in a weak I-hate-winter-therefore-I-hate-my-hair moment, I cheated on my hairdresser. (Is that even what they like to be called? Just typing that makes me feel like I am 85 years old and heading to the salon each week for a "wash-n-set.") I felt guilty sitting in the new salon, dressed in a freshly laundered black cape, answering questions about my hairstyle (or more like recent lack there of), all the while staring at a stranger. Not at all "my" Amanda.
Am I the only one who feels like I am being unfaithful when I try a new stylist? Like I should be sporting some kind of scarlet letter just for walking into a different hair salon?
That moment reminded me of another time I cheated. (Yep... Once a cheater, always a cheater.) Several years ago I was going to a lady who was very sweet and very affordable. Karla gave me cheap haircuts when I quit my job to stay home with Dimples. I was the only non-blue haired lady in the salon on any given day. (Except that really isn't true, since I have colored my hair FOREVER. I am pretty sure I'm sportin' my own blue hair under my streaks of highlights.) After several years with Karla, I mustered up all the nerve I could and made an appointment with a new stylist at a new salon. We had adjusted to our frugal lifestyle and the purse strings weren't nearly as tight. I thought maybe my hair should reflect that. (Yep, I can be a bit shallow.)
I had butterflies in my stomach as the young, hip, and oh-so-expensive gal walked me back to her shiny new chair. Instead of dumping water down the back of my shirt, she carefully massaged my scalp while shampooing my hair with something that smelled like heaven. She presented me with a Diet Coke and a fashion magazine. She was trendy. She made me feel young and suggested a new style to fit my personality.
Yep. I was smitten. Karla would never have to know. Never.
Just as I was feeling like a new woman and telling myself that Karla was long gone, I looked up at the new girl's certification. She was Karla's daughter!
I! KID! YOU! NOT! I had cheated on Karla with her daughter! What were the odds?!
Anyway, I am still feeling guilty about my latest failure to be faithful. This time the new lady is cheaper. Currently, cheaper is good as we tighten up our budget in order to get Nurse Boy through school.
Hopefully, Amanda will never find out.
But with my luck, I just went to her sister...
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