A Hairdresser Called Mustafa
Yes, I realize that this is wrong, just wrong, to have a hairdresser called Mustafa, but there he was, standing before us with a Batman like utility belt holding all manners of cutting tools, ready for his victim. In this instance, the victim was Morgan, daughter of Psycho Sensei, who insisted that she get her hair cut. Morgan was lucky. She did not inherit my thin, sparse hair. Instead, she got her father's long, thick, beautifully colored gorgeous hair. Hair that when we first met was hidden by one of those lovely haircuts you get when putting a cereal bowl on your head and tracing around, but over the years was allowed to grow into its lush and lovely wonder. Oh for hair like that....
But, I digress. Morgan did indeed have hair like that. Random strangers would comment on the beauty of her long thick hair. It was marvelous and shiny hair. Down to her waist, it was utterly wonderful. Of course, she hated it. "But MOM, it gets caught in the plastic chairs at school. I catch it in doors. I catch it in the bus seat. It rips chunks out of my head. I HATE IT!"
Grudgingly, I gave permission to get it cut.
We looked at hair styles together over the Internet. When I say together, I mean her in one room IMing me URLs, and me countering with other URLs. Of course, what she liked I hated and vice versa. Eventually, we came to a compromise. Then, when we were ready to go to the salon, she said "let's just let the hairdresser pick." *ARGH*
Thus came Mustafa, an interesting looking Turkish man, dressed in stylish black pants and a black shirt with tasteful white pinstripes. Mustafa with his utility belt showed Morgan various hair styles from which to choose. She chose an acceptable one, and I sat and watched as a full 12 inches of her beautiful hair was cut and packaged for Locks of Love. *sniff*
Mustafa did such a good job on her hair (it looks really good) that I let him do my color. Now I just have to get used to my long haired daughter not having those lovely tresses that I could use as a handle whenever she was getting away too quickly :-).