Hairdressers and Holymen

In my family, you either go to beauty school or seminary and sometimes a little of both. Because, what's a Saturday at the hair salon besides an opportunity to get ” done up” for church on Sunday? Even those church ladies with the big hats on have to get their hair done some time; they're not always hiding an undone head of hair under there.

If you're lucky enough to get a good hairdresser like the ones I know, the hair under that hat will have enough hairspray to survive not only a month of Sundays but likely a tornado, wind storm, hurricane and tsunami as well without one hair ever blowing out of place. And yet faithfully, every Saturday, these dapper dames pilgrimage to the salon to be re-quaffed for church on Sunday.

I bucked the system. I'm the black sheep of the family who decided to waste money on college and become a writer instead but somehow my roots drew me back into the salon world. Though I'm on the business end of this bullish industry, I'm still in it and of it.