Put a feather in your cap and call it…melancholy

Traditionally, I am a hairstylist’s favorite type of client.  They will say, “Ooooh, why don’t we do this?” and I will shrug and agree. 

(Conversely, I am also a hairstylist’s least favorite type of client, because they’ll say, “So what are we going to do today?” and I will shrug and say, “I don’t know, you’re the hairstylist.”)

(They hate that.)

So when I went to the salon this past weekend and my hairstylist asked, “Ooooh, can I put a feather in your hair?”, I only hesitated for a fraction before shrugging and agreeing.

I thought she said, “Can I feather your hair?”, actually.  In retrospect, I’m alarmed that I would have agreed to that.  I mean…Farrah Fawcett, I am NOT.

Anyway.  She meant real feathers, because apparently, they’re the latest thing.  You clip them in like extensions, and curl or iron them like hair.  You can’t even get them here yet, her boss brought them back from Vegas,  they’re sooooo coooool, you guys.




If you’re an 80s hair band or Captain fucking Sparrow, anyway.

Seriously, I look like a tool.  It’s entirely possible that I no longer qualify to be showing off “the latest thing”.