A Visit to the Salon
My sister loves her hair. She never fails to visit the salon every two months to have
something done to her hair, whether it’s a hot oil treatment or a hair reborn or whatever you call it. One time I went with her because she asked me to, and I was almost fascinated with all the scissors and brushes and interesting contraptions they attached to her locks. I remember wondering if a girl’s hair was made of something else that required so much care and attention.
I also remember the look in her eyes when her hairdresser brought out a brush with a long handle and a cable called a Hot Brush curling iron, which I found out much later. My sister and the hairdresser started discussing curling iron tips and techniques which I tuned out, mainly because my mind was in overdrive. Her birthday is coming up and I’ve been having a hard time choosing a gift, and that curling iron gave me an idea. Now I just need to keep her from buying one.