“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


My Favorite Stylist

Friday, September 01, 2006

About ten years ago or so, I met a girl named Neon. We became friends almost immediately. She was really so smiley and cute. Every time I saw her, she had this friendly smile on her face that said, "Hi!" in the most adorable way. We hung out a lot. She went with me to work every day, and then she'd wait patiently in the parking lot to accompany me home again at the end of the day.

On one of these daily trips to work, I inadvertently discovered that she had an extraordinary talent for hair-dressing. Later I found out that she can't cut hair to save her life, but give her a decent hair-cut to work with and a blow-dryer and wow! She can work miracles even on a potentially bad hair day.

She started styling my hair every day while I drove to work. It was amazing! All I had to do was make sure my hair was freshly washed and she would do the rest. By the time I got to work I had total babe hair. If anyone asked about my great hair, I'd just tell them, "It's Hair by Neon!"

Ten years later, Neon and I are still good friends, and she's still styling my hair on the way to work. Though with a shorter drive it's not always possible for her to complete the babe look, and though I haven't been faithful to give her a good cut to work with, she is still always there, ready to style my hair and all I have to do is ask.

Somewhere along the line I found out from Blond Girl that she has a similar stylist His name is Mazda. Like Neon, he did her hair every morning on the way to work. Unfortunately, for the past several years, Blond Girl has been taking the bus to work and Mazda is uncomfortable on buses. However, the BG family decided to take Mazda with them in their move to Another State, and he agreed to go. Now that she's moved to a city where, I assume, she won't be riding a bus anymore, perhaps Mazda will get his job back.

This week Neon got sick. She's been sick quite a bit lately. Truth be told, she's getting a little old. Since she's been so kind to do my hair every morning for so long, it seemed the least I could do was to pay her hospital bill. This time, the problem was pretty big and so was the bill, but I'm not giving up on her yet. We dropped her off on Saturday. On Monday, when we found out it would still be a few days before she was ready to leave, the hospital was kind enough to offer me a loaner hair-dresser.

The Geek and I waited to see who my temporary stylist might be. We made guesses. Maybe one of Neon's sisters? Or perhaps a cousin? Boy were we shocked when we saw who waltzed around the corner. Some have called her PT, some Cruiser, some just mix both names together, but whatever you call her, she is a beauty.

Well, actually, at first I just laughed. To be brutally honest, I had just been laughing at her behind her back a few days before when we dropped off Neon. I mean, she's just so trendy. I like a stylist with a little originality, a little creativity, but this young lady is just trying a little too hard.

So I felt just a little twinge of guilt as she came around the corner, but I have to say. I will never make fun of her again. She is simply lovely. She's friendly and easy to get along with. (She occasionally takes her top down in public, but hey, we all have our faults, right?) She never complains and she's so very quiet. And on top of all that? She's a fabulous hair-dresser dahling. Just fabulous.

We just got a call from the hospital today. Neon isn't going to be ready to come home for about another week. I suspect they really like her there and are hoping to keep her and leave me with PT, but I know better. PT is great, but I simply can't afford her prices on my own.

As long as they're paying for her? You can bet I'll be happy to have hair by PT (or hair by Cruiser – she'll answer to either) for the next week or so. But all the same, I'm looking forward to having my old friend Neon back again.


At 9/02/2006 1:10 AM, Blogger Blond Girl wrote:

Oh my Gawd! I laughed, I cried... it moved me, Bob!

What a great idea! Of course, just as yours is "hair by Neon", mine is "hair by Protege". Other than that, it was flawless. Well, maybe flawless anyway; I use mazda and protege interchangably at times, but I prefer protege as it sounds just soo much more... Elle Woods!

You must have been giggling the whole time you typed! You know, your writing posesses a wonderful whimsy that I don't know if I will ever match. You are my master in that area. I bow to you.

At 9/02/2006 2:16 AM, Blogger Geekwif wrote:

Whoa!! You bow to me??? The communications specialist extraordinaire bows to me??? I am so not worthy!

At 9/02/2006 10:32 PM, Blogger Blond Girl wrote:

Ah, yes you are grasshopper. However, you must visit my blog tonight to see that I am, still, the master... hahaha.

tee hee.

At 9/02/2006 10:54 PM, Blogger Shoshana wrote:

Hey Geekwif, great post. As someone who stays away from hair places like it's plagued, I can't relate to having a stylist. I did growing up. My Mom uses one person to do house calls when she has parties. Later on, when I moved to Texas, I just let my hair grow one lenght and have my husband trimmed it.

I guess mine would be "Hair by Hubby and paper scissors"

At 9/03/2006 3:17 AM, Blogger Julie Carobini wrote:

And I was just looking for a car with a navigational system...!

(you're funny ;-)


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