Monday, August 1, 2011

A Metamorphosis. Less creepy than Kafka's.

Inner Hippie asked me to walk for her in another fashion show. A total honor, a lot of fun and something I'm just not programmed to say "No" to, I participated in "Fashion on the Fringe." This fashion show is part of the Fringe Festival in Kansas City, an annual venue for local artists "on the fringe."

The show ran this past Friday & Saturday. AND I HAD A BLAST.

The second night the hair dresser was looking for a challenge, I suppose, because she came up to me and said "Let's start straightening your hair."

"All of it?" I asked. Did she know what she was about to start? Last night they had straightened a few sections for 3 Victory Rolls and then smoothed out the top to leave a big, magnanimous POOF of curls at the nape of my neck.

Very Varga, if I do say so myself.

She responded "Yes!" I thought she was crazy and she could see it in my eyes. "Don't worry, I straighten my niece's hair all the time and she's mixed."

So, I gave in.

Besides, I was gonna have to sit in that room for 3 hours regardless if I was in a chair gettin' my hairs did or not.

And it took almost the entire 3 hours. I got up once, maybe 2 hours in to stretch my legs.

But she got it done in time.

And while I really liked the whole look on Friday, it was fun to rock different hair.

Congratulations AGAIN Sharlene! You put on a fabulous show. I love that I am one of your hippies.

Peace, love & Frizz Ease.

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