Today I travelled up to Queens for "the works". That includes a trim, touch-up and highlighting. Today, it also included a new style since I got tired of the old one. I've been going to Connie for about 20 years since she rescued me from a gentle home perm which left my hair in a wild mess of tight kinky curls.
Connie gave me a good cut and I've been going to her ever since. I now travel 70 miles each way, but it's well worth it. Just the other day one of my neighbors complimented me on my hair and wanted to know where I went. When I told her, she decided she liked her own hair.
Anyway, Connie and I were talking with another hairdresser, Stella, whose husband owns the shop. When Connie mentioned that her husband is working the 4 to midnight shift, Stella's eyes lit up with envy. All three of us agreed that that was a wonderful shift. It actually gave us some time on our own to do whatever.
It seems that all husbands, no matter their nationality (Stella's - Russian, Conie's - Italian and mine - Irish) just seem to want their wives to sit with them when they are watching TV. It's not enough to be in the same room, we have to be doing the same thing - watching TV. Of course, if we wanted company and they wanted to go out or work on a project, they would do what they wanted to do.
I'm just so glad to know that I wasn't the only one.
As I was leaving the shop, two of Connie's customers came in. They both commented on how wonderful my hair looked. That made me feel good because I needed a change and it was a good one..