Today I got my hair cut. I look as saucy as can be. But this is not my point. My point in the inanity of hairdressers. Again.
I get my hair cut at a different place from where I get it coloured (Oh Mieka, can you do no wrong?) on recommendation from my little sister.
My sister, who is rad, is getting married in less than two weeks. As I was getting caped and gowned by my lovely ‘stylist’ (you’re not supposed to call them ‘hairdressers’ any more) the woman who cuts my sister’s hair recognised me.
Woman who cuts my sister’s hair: Oh, I recognise you! Your Mavis’s* sister!
Me: Yeah, I am! She recommended this salon to me.
Woman who cuts my sister’s hair: She’s coming in soon to get her hair done for the wedding! How exciting!
Me: Yeah, we’re all pretty excited about it.
MY stylist, who had been listening to this, stops short, mid cape buttoning, and gazes at me in the mirror.
My stylist: Your sister is getting married?
Me: Yes, next Sunday.
My stylist: And she’s okay with you getting your hair cut so close to the wedding?
WTF. Was she serious? I thought she wasn’t, so I laughed. And then I realised she WAS. And then there was a very interesting conversation in which I explained that my sister was actually one of those amazing creatures who DOESN’T CARE if her sister’s hair doesn’t match her squillion dollar wedding shoes and if her best friend’s nails don’t match the flower arrangements she will not have an apoplexy because my sister has the common sense to understand that weddings have NO NEED to be the retarded circus that so many insist on them being.
I find it ASTONISHING how many people can’t wrap their heads around the simplicity of the coming ceremony.
Random person: So… wait… you’re not a bridesmaid? She’s not having bridesmaids? But… but what flower arrangement is she getting? THE FLOWERS ARE NOT GOING TO BE ARRANGED!?
As much as we all love the look of flowers that look like they’ve been bred in a science lab and then hair sprayed together (see above), no. They are not going to be arranged.
I would like to take the time to a) apologise for initially calling my ‘stylist’ inane, because clearly this is an issue that she’s had to deal with many times before. She even told me her sister made her grow out her fringe for her wedding. Clearly her sister is not as amazing as my sister.
and b) thank my sister for being the awesome person she is.
* My sister’s name is not Mavis. That is just what I call her sometimes to piss her off. As she sent me a text message today saying ‘hi penisbreath’, I think I am allowed to Mavis her up today.