Saturday Fun

 It is a rare occasion for me venture out without a kid or spouse for a full day since moving here.  Saturday was the exception.

On Saturday,  I took a course on the embroidery software that Scot bought me in November along with a new commercial embroidery machine.  Boy, I was surprised!  I would have never bought it myself.  He said, "That's why I bought it for you."  I love my man =)

Anyways,  I got to rub shoulders (literally, it was a full class) with a large man named Bob.  He had a gray beard and a cute little handlebar mustache that he curled up the ends with mustache wax.  He was lost most of the time, but I helped him out.  He was so grateful.  I enjoyed it.

Scot set up a hair appt. for me as part of my V-day gift. This place is supposed to be the best salon in Chattanooga according to our Realtor.  I couldn't remember the name of the stylist she referred me to ( I thought it was Shana) so they gave me an appt. with "Shasta" (like the cola).  I was a little worried when I found out her name but they said she was a "Master Stylist" (code for black belt in Cosmetology).  The salon was a 3 level Greek temple.  I was escorted by "Star" to the second floor and waited to be called.  Every chair had a woman sitting in it getting something done to their hair.  It was loud with chatter.

A man came and asked a woman on the couch across from me a question.  She looked a little offended till he showed her the paper that was in his hand.  She shook her head. He came over and asked me "Are you Ezie (pronounced easy)?"  "Yes, that's me." I said (I have been called everything). He escorted me to a closet and asked to change into a smock and  to hang up my jacket and shirt.  It was FULL of clothes.  I figured,  no one would take my Banana Republic Shirt if I put it behind a hanger with lovely gold necklaces draped over the front of a woman's  REAL Fur coat.   When I popped out he showed me to a chair and gave me a stack of celebrity smut to read while I waited. 

I was happily greeted by "Shasta"  5'8 curly red head with a huge blond streak on the top of her head. She had tatoos on her arms and several ear piercings.  She gave me a consultation.  I nervously told her I would like highlights that look "natural" and a simple hairdo. She said "Great, do you want me to take your purse?" Um no.. that's alright."  After seeing the clothes closet, I could only imagine my purse lost in a sea of purses.

Shasta was actually a pleasant person to talk to. We got along well  AND she does great hair.  I learned alot of interesting facts about Shasta:

She's only been in jail once, but only overnight.
Used to work at Little Debbie making honey buns.
Has a "developing" ten yr. old daughter that's about to get a lesson about the birds and the bees.
Lives with her boyfriend that has dreams she's cheating on him instead of going to work
Has more tattoos that aren't visible
Talks in her sleep

I'm looking forward to my next hair appointment.  She said she going to talk me into doing something different with my hair :)