The Outcome

No, this blog isn't about a woman with little or no scruples.  It is a chronicle of the past and present of what my life was and is.  I will however tell you about Lucille and the bane of my existence, my hair.

As I sit here on the edge of  my bed with a plastic bag over my head, praying that my hair doesn't turn orange, I think of Lucille.  She was a hairdresser of sorts and I say sorts because I'm just not sure how much training she had.  She was an imposing woman to me at the age of four, she wore all white like a nurse, even wore nurses shoes.  I don't remember much except for the outcome, but I think her "salon" was in her home and the waiting room was in a side porch. 

One thing about Lucille was that she liked her bourbon just a little too much.  Therefore, the outcome. The outcome happened because my grandmother was taking me to JC Penney's for a picture and she thought I needed my hair "trimmed" up.  I had the little pink dress, with the white jacket and black patent leather shoes.  Not sure why we were so concerned about the color I was wearing because the picture was black and white.  I digress.

I got in the chair and Lucille who smelled of something sweet took the scissors and went to work. The whole time chatting with my grandmother.  When it was all over and done with, she whipped off the cape and whirled my chair around and I got my first look at "Lucille Bangs."  It was almost as if she had laid the scissors right down to my hair line and whacked them off.  It's true, I have a picture to prove it.  Little girls with high foreheads and chubby cheeks need long bangs and these were anything but long.

So now, each time I go to get my hair cut, when the subject of the bangs comes up and I see a flash of stainless steel out of the corner of my eye, I freak.  I haven't had a repeat episode of "the outcome" as I am always poised to grab my hairdresser's wrist at the first memory of Lucille. 

Now I want my bangs long to cover up what I should be using botox for.  But that will be an upcoming adventure to my husband's dismay.