A few weeks ago, I made an appointment with my hair stylist. I figured, it was already months ago since I visited him, my hair was too long and it needed freshened up (meaning: a different, lighter color). Yesterday, after work, I went to see him. He asked what I wanted.
'I am getting old. I think that my dark hair is too dark and it hardens my face.'
'I am thinking a bit blonde here and there.'
He nodded and showed me a picture of Sarah Jessica Parker.
'You mean like her, like Jennifer Aniston?'
'That's not Jennifer Aniston.'
'Yes, it is.'
'No, that's Carrie Bradshaw.'
'Yes. No, I mean, that is Sarah Jessica Parker. Her character in Sex & The City is called Carrie Bradshaw.'
'Yes, Sarah Jessica Parker. Like I told you!'
He talked about the parties he visited and the men in his life, he dyed my hair and washed it and cut it. I drank water and enjoyed his stories.
'I have a personal trainer now. I go to the gym three times a week.'
'I know. I've lost 30 pounds.'
'And you know what?'
'This morning I was in the gym at 7.30. In the morning! How about that!'
'Good for you. Do you know at what time I was in the yoga studio?'
Two hours later I was blonde and fresh and in style. I had to pay 125 euro. That is a lot of money, I thought. A real lot of money. Why would I spend so much money on my hair? Maybe I'd rather spend it on Yoga and on healthy food. I can grow my hair, wear it in a ponytail and I can ask my BF or my father (I would rather ask my father in stead of my mom to cut my hair, I don't know why) to cut it if it gets too long. On the other hand, I like my new hair, I like my hair stylist and his stories, and he deserves every penny of that amount. What's most important?