The Girls and I Got Our Hair DID!

So after years of homemade hair cuts I finally have a FOR REAL hairdresser! See baby steps into adult hood can be a good thing. (Note to son. Ignore that sentence and move out!)

One day CJ's hair had grown so long that everyone was complementing me on my beautiful teenage daughter and Chris snapped! He dragged the teenage cousin It; out of our house and went to the closest barber shop. Unfortunately that shop was too busy and Chris wasn't going to wait. So he dragged CJ to the next best thing. The black beauty salon in the next shopping center over. They had one little itty bitty white lady working in the store and from there a beautiful relationship was born. CJ came back with awesome hair and then landed the current girlfriend shortly after that.

So because I am all mature I sent the itty bitty white lady my two girls and let her cut their hair. She did a great job and I found something FANTASTIC. Hanging out in the black beauty salon is awesome funny! They kick up and have fun. Make jokes of how wonderful I would look with a blonde weave or better yet some finger waves but only on the left side of my head. They watch soap operas and talk about cutting a two timing actor's nanas off. Sometimes their kids have to come to work with them and they spank the fool out of them if they mess up. I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE!

Plus my hair looks good! For real I'm not playing. I have great hair. That little hair styling midget is a miracle worker. She took my long almost to Amish length hair and gave it some style and color and she is CHEAP! I think I should stand outside with a sandwich board that says "CHEAP MIRACLE HAIR DRESSING MIDGET"!

Every time I go I have a great time. I get to watch them ply their trade and man that is some work. The braid hair for hours then sew in more hair on top of the braids. I have seen them sculpt waves and boxes and swirls into various women's hair. It is so neat to watch. I have never seen such things before and I am wildly curious. They let me ask all kinds of stupid questions and sometimes they answer them. I am not only in love with my hairdresser but also with the beauty shop itself. Until..........

One day they shop ladies were talking about Flava Flav. They were looking at a magazine spread of his baby's momma and I about feel out of my hair dresser's chair. "Someone had a baby with Flava Flav?" They turned and looked at me. Since I made the statement I decided to go down that rabbit hole and never look back. Never just mess up, you should mess up big. That's my motto. "I mean the guy is a mess and well he is ugly. Who looked at him and said he would make good babies?"

You could have cut the tension with a knife. Apparently Flava Flav is some kind of icon there and I should have never talked about him like that but don't fret. It is all good now. I even mentioned the little episode with the beauty supply shop and they told me they were very upset that I was spoken to like that and two of the hair stylist wanted to go to the store with me and say sometime to the owners.

I. Repeat. I love my hair salon.

ps. Wait till I tell them that his new chicken restaurant is now bankrupt!