So... I went to get my hair trimmed this morning. (I'm just jumping in here, not having yet read today's posts on Newbies Nest.) Kathy has cut my hair for the past seven years. I see her about every 4 to 6 months. She is somewhat of a mother figure to me and I cherish her. I have always thought that I am one gene away from albinism. My skin is pale: 15 minutes in the sun and it is pink -- an hour in the sun and I am fried, with blisters to follow. My eyebrows are pale, my eyelashes are pale, my lips are pale -- I keep Cover Girl make-up in business... And my hair is a white-blond that hangs down to my hips. I am the opposite of what our culture deems beautiful: tanned!!
After Kathy had known me for about a year she said, "You make me think of Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. I am going to call you Eric's blond." I hated that! (This was in the hay-day of blond jokes.) I said, "Please, don't call me 'Eric's Blond.' If you must come up with a nickname for me, just call me Eric." And we laughed. Kathy has called me Eric ever since.
When I walked into the salon this morning, Kathy said, "Eric! You look so good! What are you doing?" I told her that I was opting for a healthier lifestyle, which is true. :bigwink: Well, it is at the very least a half-truth.
It is amazing, and such a blessing, to be in the process of healing. ~
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