My hair grows so fast. It’s something that I inherited from my mother. In three weeks, it’s time to get another cut. I used to go to high school with a guy who scheduled out his haircuts to be exactly three weeks apart from each other. Meaning, he would schedule it at the time of getting his current haircut. I can’t do that with the way that my mind works. I’d forget. I much more the type that monitors how things look in the mirror and go from there. Of course, the way I “style” my hair, I can kinda conceal the need. I can feel that I need a haircut versus looking like I need one.
I found a little place in the west end to get my haircut about a month ago. It was cheap, kind of a hole in the wall, and a small operation. The woman was really nice, but her accent made it difficult to understand her at times. I left pretty satisfied with what she did, but now that it’s grown out, you can see what’s lacking in her talents. Back in Iowa City, I got my hair done at a school for hairstyling and never got a cut as wild as this one. At least there, you knew these people were getting an education in what they were doing. I’m not sure what this woman had.
I understand now what I was told a long time ago by a guy who does this professionally for some big bucks. You know a good haircut when it grows out and still looks good. My hair goes afro as it grows out, but it’s strangely bizarre this time around. It only cost me twelve bucks, but for about half that price, I could get a pretty good cut from beauty school students. I’ve walked passed such a place here in the west end. It makes me curious.