Gloria is back. Her return was heralded at 7 a.m. this morning with a vat of perm and some rollers.
It felt like slipping into an old familiar pair of shoes. The scents, the sounds and the sass of the shop felt like homecoming. In the chair, in the bowl, under the dryer...and away we go.
It had been a year since Gloria last was seen. When the stylist turned the chair around, there she was...a little shinier, a little more mature...but it was her.
We're back in business, and that's a good place to be.
2 comments:
I feel a sadness.
Now it's certain that I won't inherit your pomade.
I didn't know you had a blog! i love it! I am going to keep up. You are such a good writer.
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