Something for me, part 2
To continue, from yesterday’s post.
Done for me
A little for my Husband, too. I got my hair permed! I really don’t know what possessed me, but I did it nonetheless. The last time I had any curl in my hair … besides occasionally using a curling iron … was in 2002. The last time I went to a salon to get my hair done? I can’t even remember!
I used to go visit my Aunt when I wanted a perm. She wasn’t a professional stylist; she just enjoyed giving perms. We would sit for the several hours it takes, and catch up with each other. Usually, she would have her little tv in the kitchen tuned to some British comedy. My favorite to watch with her was “Are You Being Served?”. We also really enjoyed “Mr. Bean”. We always filled the time with love and laughter. And the horrendous smell of the perming solution. 😀
When my Aunt died in 2004, my desire to have my hair permed died with her. I just couldn’t envision myself letting anyone else perm my hair. It hurt too much to even think about it.
I met Bill in 2004, right around the same time that my Aunt died. Oh, I should mention that she died on my birthday, and that since then, I really prefer to not think about my birthday, either. By that time, my hair was back to being perfectly straight. He didn’t know about my Aunt, or my birthday depression, or my curly hair. After a year of being together, he knew all of those things about me. But he still wanted to see me with curly hair. Every time I would go to the salon to get my hair cut, he would jokingly ask me if I was going to get a perm. I knew he didn’t mean any harm by it; he wasn’t trying to make me think of my Aunt. He was just being a smartass.
What a surprise it was to him when we went to the salon, and I asked for a perm! I couldn’t help but laugh. It was tough for me to sit through it all. I kept flashing back to the times my Aunt and I would spend together. A few times I teared up, and had to explain to the stylist that I was ok. She was very understanding, as well, so that made it a little easier. At one point, she even asked for my assurances that I really wanted to do this.
Once it was all done, I think the emotion of it all hit me. The stylist was very excited about the way it turned out. I think she was happier than I was! I liked the way it looked, but by then I was too overwhelmed to register much more than a smile and a “thank you”. It wasn’t until we were home that I started to feel guilty that my level of happiness didn’t match hers. I hope she understood why, and didn’t take it personally. Maybe I should go back and let her know? Would that be too weird?
Bonus, for you
If you have never seen an episode of “Are You Being Served?”, check out PBS or BBC sometime. You might get lucky and catch a re-run. Here’s a clip of one of my favorite characters, Mrs. Slocombe, saying one of the funniest lines on tv. Something you’d never see on American television, for sure!
My British humor re-cap wouldn’t be complete without a clip of Mr. Bean, played by Rowan Atkinson. One of the best physical comedians ever, in my opinion. Enjoy!