Walk home: the world’s most expensive hair cut.

It’s a glorious day in downtown Pittsburgh today. The weather is sunny, dry and about 80°. So I ventured into the downtown office today. There still aren’t that many people in the buildings. We have the option to work from home and many want to keep that up. But I need the exercise and stimulation of trying to remember everything to and from work. Like a mask. So I don’t get thrown off the bus. It has happened. (It was in my pocket)

For my return to the real world where people who do not love me have to look at me everyday, I went to the salon. It was a new salon. The guy who cut my hair at the last salon was taking our relationship for granted. And I tip well so that’s not a good reason to chop my hair weird and part it on the wrong side. I could tell he was seeing other people.

The new salon is tres chic. And so was the way they tried to finesse me after the colored and styled my hair to my specifications. “We’d just like you to know that we really enjoyed styling your hair today and I think you can tell we did quite a lot to it. Lowlights, foils, toner, razor cut. It looks really fabulous. And the next time you come, it won’t cost nearly so much!”

Uh oh.

The check made me gasp. I have to reason with myself that I didn’t spend any money on clothes in the past year. Or eating out. Soooo, there’s that. But still. Omg. That was painful.

But it’s not blindingly ultra platinum anymore. I don’t look like a ghost on Skype.

And I got a modified Joan Jett out of it. 😏

I love it.

So I walked to the bus stop singing this: