Foreshadowing
March 20, 2008 – 10:30 pmWhen we were little, my brother, father and I had a special game we’d play. Okay, get your mind out of the gutters, you filthy animals. It wasn’t that kind of game. It was called "Hairshopper" and it was one of those make believe games kids come up with when they get to spend time with their father.
Hairshopper consisted of myself playing "Crystal" the hair dresser, my brother playing "Doc" the shampoo boy and my father as the client. He’d sit on the floor in my brother’s bedroom, his back against the bottom bunk of Andrew’s bunk bed and I’d comb and pretend to cut his hair while Doc and Crystal babbled on about their children (Crystal had 100 girls and 1 boy and Doc had 100 boys and 1 girl) and Doc would get caught up and washed away from all the wax and water on the floor. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I suppose playing salon grew quite tiresome after ten minutes or so for my younger brother and he’d create some drama by getting caught up in a minor castrophy.
My father loved the fact that he’d get to sit and spend time with his kids and we basically would rub his hair for half hours at a time.
The funny thing is that it wasn’t like I was playing Hairshopper because I wanted to be come a hair dresser when I was grown up. But looking back now, who knows what it all meant.
I gave my first hair cut on a real person today. I’ve been practicing on Miss Barbara 1 for the last two weeks and today, my instructor just tossed me into the mix. She likes to do that - sink or swim, per say. I was lucky it was a trim on a girl with long, long hair who was looking to lose a couple inches in length. I am even luckier that I didn’t panic, though the memories of bad hair cuts from my past, where I left the salon in tears kept lingering in my mind. She was quite happy with it (hooray!) and I’ll live to cut another day.
