Hey all!
Another interesting week is in the record books.
I do wish
I had more time to write; life is moving so fast these days. Once I'm in my own
bachelorette pad again, I should have more time. In the meantime, rest assured
that I am taking car to assemble the essentials needed for the modern girl
needs. (You know: shag carpet, Playgirl swizzle sticks, and so on and so
forth.)
Anyway, I
thought I'd write a bit about my second trip to the salon. Turned out to be
another very positive experience, I'm happy to report.
It turned
out she was right. After three weeks, it was in dire need of another
de-weeding, to put it mildly. :c) As my sister texted me en route to the salon,
in her own unvarnished opinion: "Lose the dead weight up there, and
remember: layers, layers, layers!" :c)
As soon
as I walked in, T spotted me. After a big hug (as I've mentioned, she is a
sweetheart), she held me at arm's length and said, "Wow! You weren't
kidding when you said your hair grew fast! What the hell?!?!" lol
She
convinced me to bring up the length a bit all around, which I was leery of
doing. But she said I need to do it so it will grow in uniformly as it gets
longer. My sister affirmed this later. She said it sounds counterintuitive, but
cutting it shorter will make it look better and grow faster in the future. Who knew?
The only
thing I asked was that she cut it so it's curly again. Turns out the last time
she cut it all one length, which is why it had looked a bit off to me. But as T
had said, it's a work in progress.
To be
perfectly honest, I did *not* like it when I washed it Friday. I was in a down
mood that day anyway, which may have contributed to my impression of it.
But by
yesterday, it looked much better. In fact, when I saw my therapist, M,
yesterday, the first thing she said when we sat down was how much she loved my
new haircut. That was nice to hear. So we're getting there. Now, the trick is
to let it start to *really* grow out. I'm pretty excited! This will be fun.
***
However,
the new haircut wasn't the best thing about my visit.
At the
end of my first visit, T had asked me if it was OK for her to tell the other
stylists about me. I said sure, and then promptly forgot all about it.
I showed
up on Thursday in boy mode, as I'd come right from work. T was running late
when I got there, so I had about a 20 minute wait. I was the last client for
the night, so I was chatting with the other two stylists while T finished with
her previous client.
After a
few minutes I took off my glasses to clean them, and one of them sat bolt upright.
"Oh,
my God - you're Cassidy, aren't you?!?"
Needless
to say, I was taken by surprise. I said, yes, I was, and asked her how she
knew.
"Because
you look *totally* different without your glasses! That is amazing!"
The other
stylist agreed. They said when I take them off, the whole shape of my face
changes.
I
mentioned that several other people had told me the same thing recently,
although I wasn't really sure what the difference was. They immediately said
the same thing: my eyes. Taking off the glasses makes them stand out,
apparently.
"OK,
you totally need to wear contacts! Like, now!" one of them said. I asked
if they'd talked to my friends who had said the same thing, and they laughed
and said I should listen to what everyone was saying.
They also
told me I need to get my eyebrows shaped - "because those caterpillars
have GOT to go," as they put it. lol
I
explained the craziness of my living arrangements the past six-plus months, but
said as soon as I was settled in my own place that working on my eyebrows was
way up on my To Do list.
When I
told them that, they said that not only did the salon offer it, they basically
told me I *had* to let them do it. (Gradually, needless to say, as I'll still
be in boy mode at work.) I told them I'd love that - twist my arm, right? :c)
When I
was leaving after T finished, they asked me to wait for a moment. The three of
them huddled for a minute, and then they told me they wanted to give me the
first session on the house the next time I came in. As I left, they were
mock-arguing about who would get to do it, in fact. :c)
I was, as
you can imagine, a very happy camper on my ride home. As a friend noted
afterwards, it was great because they accept me for who I am, no questions
asked. We need experiences like this; transitioning is *so* hard and
challenging in so many ways. But moments like that are the reward; they make
all of the sacrifices and hard work worth it. And they give a glimpse into what
is ahead.
If I can,
I hope to squeeze in another post during the week. A few other things happened
that I would like to write about. Have a good week in the meantime!
***
This song has nothing to do with my haircut; I just love it. :c)
I posted
this clip on a friend's blog this week. John Hiatt is a longtime favorite of
mine. He's made a number of superb albums (among others, he wrote "Thing
Called Love," which Bonnie Raitt had a hit with), and is rightly
considered a "songwriter's songwriter."
Here's a
personal favorite of mine, from his 2005 album Master of Disaster. It's a
typically excellent album, but this track really stands out:
He's also
a riveting live performer. Check out this moving live version of the
same song for proof:
It's fascinating how a different arrangement will bring out different aspects of a song - in this instance to the melancholy and heartache in the lyrics. An amazing, amazing artist...
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