I MAY NEED COUNSELING

I inherited straight hair--no bending, no curving, and thick.

For the past few months I’ve been in recovery from an encounter

 with a perky, young beautician fresh out of beauty school—

 who left me looking something like this.

 A three month grow-out left me looking like this.

 Not too long ago my granddaughter had her mom give her a perm.

 Then her hair looked like this.

 The last time I had a perm, most people’s hair looked like this.

 I guess that puts me on the slippery side of over the hill.

 So I’ll blame senility for finding myself looking in the mirror at this the other day.

A self-inflicted perm.  As in permanent.

 After a haircut I looked like this.

 The blow dryer didn’t help.

 Neither did gel.

 I told my daughter I was considering another haircut.

 Maybe I’d have it chopped down to about two inches.

Then with some piercings I could look like this.

 My daughter said I should spike it and color it purple.

With a little leather and a studded collar I could look like this!

 Perhaps a hat could hide the disaster.

 How about the rustic geezer look?

 Other people wear strange hats and look just fine.

 I understand there was a rush to own a copy of this hat.

 Maybe my new ‘do will help me be a better artist.

 Or not.

(SIGH)