Haircuts

I’m getting my haircut on Saturday. It’s one of those weird milestone. Isabel was always the one who wanted to get the low down on what I was getting and push me into braveness to try new things. Last haircut I got was just before I went to hang. We had mani’s booked with our favourite Korean lady who did a cheap and excellent job. When I arrived to pick her up she was too weak to get out of bed. It was the first time I saw how damn quickly things were moving. She couldn’t even paint her own nails. She did like my hair though. And I can paint others nails pretty ok, so the hangout worked well. We got to talk about death, or rather I talked from the deep scared part of me and she listened.

Missing you greatly Is. Wish you were around to send pix from the hairdresser and debate streaks and semi permanents with. To tell me off when I just get the same old style but tell me I look hot anyway. Maybe I’ll just text your empty cellphone number regardless and pretend.

Whatever gets you through the night I guess.