RIP

So yes Anonymous, my blog has become boring and has grown a fair amount of cobwebs, but shitloads has been happening. Twitter is easier. Just saying.

Yesterday was officially some "me time" ... something that I took for granted, never appreciated and now that I never get any, I miss it.
I finally had some time off, so I decided to go and get my hair done. Boy did it need it. My regrowth was so bad I was starting to look like Charlize Theron in Monster. I hate regrowth. It doesn't matter how clean your hair is; you still look like you haven't washed it in weeks. I sat in the chair excited for my hairdresser to make me blonde and beautiful. I love getting my hair done. I especially love my hair being washed and the head massages I get at the basin and on the chair for treatments. Pure Bliss. Why oh why though can I NEVER get my hair to look exactly the same as they did it? I buy the products they use, I have my life saving what-would-I-do-without-it ghd hair straightner and yet it never looks as sleek and professional?
Anyway...I'm just setting the scene. It's a Saturday, the salon is crazy busy and while I'm getting the head massage my phone starts to ring. I ignore it. I felt strange doing so and put it down o the fact that I'm not used to switching off and having "me time."
It rang again. I left it.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore...my curiosity was strong and my gut feeling stronger. It was Special K.
Special K and I have a very strong bond. I have heard Oscar winning performances from her and it hasn't fooled me. I know when she is upset.
"Hi Blondie!"
"Hi. What's wrong?"
"Babe. I have some bad news. Are you sitting down?"
"Oh my God. What? You're freaking me out. What is it?"
She went on to tell me the news. I think the world stood still. Hair dryers became mute in my world, people froze in time and my heart sank.
A friend of ours had died that morning. The Cancer took our 32 year old amazing friend. He had fought for so long, had painful chemo sessions, operations and..... my heart broke. My heart broke even more for his fiance. I can't imagine what she must be going through.
We only find out a week prior that there was no hope anymore. That we would be lucky to have him in our lives until September. I have been battling with that news the whole week and to get that call from Special K broke me.
I could NOT stop crying at Jeauval. I felt mildly embarrassed because people were staring and mumbling to each other if I was OK. Strange how very few people came over to ask me. I could hear everyone talking and muttering, but it was like I had this invisible force field around me. Odd thing to notice too. I know.
They curled my hair and made me beautiful, but my face was red and blotchy with grey traces of mascara streaming down. My poor hairdresser gave me a serviette and a hug and I struggled to pull myself together.

I felt selfish too for internalizing this and making it about me....not entirely, but I hope you know what I mean when I say this.
It hit me really hard because he was diagnosed with the same cancer I was 3 months. The only difference? I caught mine early, had it cut out and now watch myself life a hawk. He was not so lucky.

RIP my wonderful, funny, warm, amazing friend. I really miss you and I wish I had more of an effort. 13 June 1977 - 01 August 2009.

It sucks that things like this highlight things that should NEVER be taken for granted. The special people in your life, life itself and always appreciating the things we have.

I don't really know what to say. I am crying typing this and I think I'm gonna stop now.

Curly Sue

Wow. I don't know about you, but I've always wanted to sit down in a hairdressers chair to be insulted. I put it right up there with my "Fun Things To Do" List.
Dude.
I couldn't go to my old faithful Jeauval as I wasn't in the area and I needed to get my hair styled for a photoshoot.
This annoying little emo freak started touching my hair as if I had lice and kept squinting at me.
"Soooo...what are we doing for you today?"
"I'd like a good blow wave with a little bit of volume please."
"Mmmm... I don't think so. I think we should do a curl."
"I really don't want a curl."
"But you look like a lovely poppie."
"What?"
"Who does your hair?" Ignoring my gasp.
"Jeauval normally."
"Oooh. Your hair is in bad condition."
"I don't think so, considering it could have been a lot worse! I went from dark chocolate brown to blonde in one take and it lifted beautifully with hardly any damage."
I also know this considering I look after my locks with treatments etc...
"I can't imagine you with dark hair. Have you got a photo?"
I took out my cellphone and showed him.
"Mmmm. You look seductive with dark hair and like a bimbo with blonde."
"Wow! Are you for real? That's bloody rude."
He just smirks and starts to blow dry my hair.
I couldn't believe it. He started to curl my hair and then proceeded to tell me that he promises he wont give me curls like Patricia Lewis, comforting, but told me I have the same nose as her.
"Is that a compliment?"
"No."
"What is your problem?"
"Oh lovey, harden up."
"You shouldn't work with people."

I walked out of there feeling like shit with curly hair. Asshole.
I will never go anywhere other than my good ol' faithful Jeauval.