On the kitchen counter this morning was a note written to me by my husband, John. It says: “Love you! Have a good haircut!”, followed by an adorably drawn smiley face. Now that was one of the most loving notes I have ever received from him, which, considering John’s very romantic nature, is saying a lot.
My husband knows that I fairly jumped out of bed this morning with renewed energy and purpose: I am getting a haircut. Those of you with short hair or bangs know exactly what I am talking about. There is nothing that says “instant fix”, and therefore, instant happiness like a haircut.
This last week has been consumed by this overgrown mess. Too much time spent plastering down what wants to stand up, puffing up that which now wants to stay flat, and finally, getting out the scissors to do a few snips here and there.
So today I get the pleasure of sitting and having someone else figure out what to do with this mop on the top of my head. I mean, what’s not to like? Having another person commiserate on the state of my style, tell me they can fix it, then proceed to wash my hair, comb it, and take gentle snips here and there. Well, life doesn’t get much better. The only sad part is when it is over.
And even if the stylist cuts my hair too short, which she inevitably will, I know that it will grow out. And it will be perfect...for two weeks. Then it is back to the primping and the complaining and the snipping.
But then, it starts all over again! I get to get it cut again! Oh my, but life is grand.
Years ago, there was a commercial on TV for baked beans in a can. Take a look: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjzinJ4QeHo
The guy sings, “Life’s simple pleasures are the best…” while visions of balloons and loving couples and campfires fill the screen. I could never for the life of me figure out the simple pleasure of a can of beans, but to each his own, I guess.
What I do know is that a haircut ranks way higher than baked beans when it comes to pleasure and true happiness.
I’m off to the salon.