adventures in hair

My hair is now made of hair again. It was time; my roots were an inch and growing. I loved my blue plastic hair, but I kinda missed my curls. I also didn't realize how much I missed the convenience of shorter hair. How my hair turned back into hair is a story in itself.

I'd made an appointment with imflying for 4:00 Saturday, and we'd agreed that I was going to get my braids out ahead of time on my own. She estimated that it would take her an hour, so how much slower could I be?

A whole lot slower, as it turned out. After trying one at 11:00 AM on Saturday, I texted imflying in a panic. She recommended a salon in the central district. Meanwhile, I'd already made plans to go thrifting with staxxy, and left her an apologetic voice mail begging off.

staxxy returned my call and volunteered to undo my braids! Hurrah! I just had to drive out past Issaquah to her place.

I arrived in downtown Issaquah to a low-flying helicopter and several city blocks closed off by police. Traffic crawled. Two girls about ten years old approached me while I was nearly stopped.
"Where are you going?" one asked.
"[staxxy's road]"
"You can't get there."
I laughed at the divine joke.
"There's a shooter on the loose. He's got two guns!"
I don't know if he had two guns, but a few hours later, the police shot and killed him. Yet another armed madman. Sorta puts hair in perspective, doesn't it?

Meanwhile, back in Issaquah, staxxy gave me directions for the back way to her place. It's a lovely drive, and even more so on a sunny day. She and I spent the next two hours chatting happily and unbraiding madly. She got many more of them done than I did due to experience, a better position, and longer fingernails.

We still weren't done when we hit the road for Seattle, so staxxy unbraided while I drove, listing a bit to the right as we hurtled down the freeways. Thank goodness she had the foresight to do my left side first! The pile of blue fake hair behind the driver's seat grew steadily.

Happy ending: by the time imflying was ready to see us - we were quite late, partly due to another detour, so she was working on someone else when we came - we were done. I looked like Kate Bush on the cover of the Lionheart LP, only more disheveled.