In my previous life, back before I was a stay-at-home-mommy and I had to work outside the home to earn my keep, I was a hair stylist. Most of the time I was pretty good at it. I even got to go to New York City and take a hair-cutting class at Bumble and bumble, the salon that once employed Nick Arrojo and gave birth to the bra-strap headband, which gave way to the skinny headband that you’ll find on most soccer girls’ hair.
My favorite memory of New York City? Walking through crowded Times Square with my friend Ashlee when I was six months pregnant and getting stopped in the middle of an intersection by a crazy woman.
“You six months pregnant?” she asked with eyebrows raised, head up just enough that she had to look down at me, hip jutting toward me.
“Yes. SIX MONTHS TODAY.” Despite her tone, I was stunned with her spot-on observation.
“Well,” she leaned in, “you’re carrying it all in your butt.” Then she sauntered off in all her sassy glory. Ashlee, having been pregnant two times before and well aware of the hormones that attack and betray a pregnant girl’s otherwise calm sensibilities, worried for me all day long. “Oh, Erin, did she hurt your feelings?” And despite the fact that I am quite sensitive and can get my feelings hurt easily, that crazy lady did not hurt my feelings. She knew how far along I was, observed the obvious fact that I was carrying all the weight in my derriere, and whatever, she was crazy.
Anyway.
On Monday my friend Jessica emailed me and asked if I could cut and color her college age sister’s hair in exchange for free babysitting. I couldn’t email “YES. ANYTIME YES. THANK YOU, YES.” fast enough. Because someday I hope to work in a salon when my kids are in school and keeping up my skillz is necessary.
Tuesday I cut and highlighted Courtney’s hair. The plan was that she’d come over and babysit the kiddoes Wednesday night so that Hubby and I could walk around town and hold hands and eat dinner and hold hands and walk to the theater to watch Star Trek. But the theater didn’t show the movie Wednesday night, no, the movie ran during the day. Grrr.
Hubby and I had to drive into Wichita and pay too much money to watch the movie. Granted, that theater has really cushy seats and amazing sound, but I would have rather watched the movie here in Augusta.
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I love our theater too. They don’t have the options that the Warren has though, so we occasionally “pay too much” to see a movie too. Hope you guys had fun.
I hope you still got to hold hands.