My morning at the hair salon (Affinity Salon) was, once again, an exercise in allowance and surrender. I went there planning to get some of my grey hair turned to black. I've never had black hair ever. But Craig (my stylist/designer/artist) coaxed me over the last two visits to consider it. I decided yes. I was still in "control", as I had pondered my options and chose that as the next step. But, when I got there and we chatted about what to do, he had bigger (and better) plans. At this point, I really did know that my intent was to let him 'have at it', allowing him to do whatever vision was dancing around in his head. It was great fun to watch him paint. I felt like a blank canvas as the artist floated from one strand to another, with careful contemplation and intuition. THAT was fun.
I let it be. I love it. I feel like I might be becoming a Zentangle. I realized as he dried my hair, and I saw the greys and blacks playing together on my head, that my clothes were black and grey, with textured tights covered in large diamond patterns, and black and white polka dotted shoes. My purse is a tangly looking one, too. My reading glasses were also black and white polka dots. hmmm. He told me that if I started wearing a coat made from dalmations (ala Cruella Deville), I might be in big trouble.
I'm posting photos, since last time I talked about the hair, people asked. Mostly the black is in the back and sides (which used to be light grey), with a few streaks in the front bangs. I've also decided to post a photo on the side bar of the blog since I'm headed to Providence in October for the next Zentangle seminar. Now when I meet my online friends, they might know me from my photo instead of my name tag!
Thanks, Craig, for my really fun hair! And thanks, Christina for the best, most relaxing shampoo in Dayton! You guys are really great.