Pleasure to some can be had on the big surf, the takeover of a company, the first steps of a child, racing a car over 150 mph, the smell of a fresh flowers and a child's laugh.
I can't argue, because each to its' own. But tonight I took pure pleasure in spending girl’s night with Danielle, my hair stylist. She is a thin, exotic brunette, born the day before me and should advice the world with her wry sense of self and the world at large.
Getting your hair cut from Danielle is truly a religious experience. While remaking the new you she helps you shed the old. With each lock of hair that drops to the floor, your life releases the frizzy haired crap that has been keeping you down.
She opens her salon late, and takes me in to the quiet world of a closed beauty salon. "What do you want to become?" she asks, knowing that my answer holds the key to what she will artistically create.
"I am wanting to change my life something drastic" I respond. Danielle is a wizard of hair design who never accepts your first comments without getting you to tell all of your life.
"How is Brian...?...how is working with your x...?...are you getting back with him...?... what brings you pleasure...?...what is making you sad...?...who are you sleeping with...?" and so on. From this party wrapping that is the cover of your life, she begins to dream your next life present wrap.
Encompassed with a trim she offers up short minuets of her impressions on life. We spent almost 3 hours laughing and talking while she cuts my locks and applies some hair dye. Upon completion, my hair is shorter, thinner and lased with purple reds and champagne pinks...it's wild and very artistic. My hair looks like a Picasso cat...a wild cat.
I like it.
Now I am a wild cat stalking my own life...how perfect.
Until next time-
C
