Cut and Style
One of my luxury when I was back home in Philippines was my hair being pampered by the saloons. It was always held with care by my joyous, funny gay friends. They did almost everything with it till one time it went dry for too much handling. It was like my crown and those who knew me heard this already, “guluhin mo buhay ko, huwag lang ang aking hair” (you can ruin my life but not my hair)!
The first time me and my husband went abroad, the price of going to the hair stylist was like 5,000 converted to pesos and that’s just for the haircut. At home, you can have hair spa, dye, re-band or whatever ekk-ekk they do and make with that amount. Being new in Malta that time, converting every amount to our currency in the Philippines made me stringy and the pay for my crown wasn’t spared. So I asked Boogie to cut it for me. “Trim lang lakay”, I told him. So, he did and I ended up crying.
I cried not because of the uneven cut but with self pity. It was like, at home I can do what I want and here I’m confined to certain limitations. See what hair can do? Made me so silly yet awakened the realization of things we use to take for granted. And yes, mango, bagoong and tuyo are included.
From that time on, I learned to cut my own hair. Thank God, I never resorted to going bald to correct the defect of the hairstyle I did. My beauticians as I recall my mom call them, taught me how to do it better when I first went back home.
I never dared to try my adopted country’s people to touch my crown. Besides I’ve seen so many Pinoys who did and they ended up paying me to repair it for them. Yep, for real, I’m being paid for it. A fall back career in case job will shut it’s door for me hehehe…Means of saving also cause I do my husband’s hair and my son’s. Poor them, they have no choice!
I just had my thinning scissors, comb and mirror work this morning. My husband told me he liked my long hair, I look innocent. Now that it’s a bit short, he said he doesn’t like it and I look like I’ve been taken a lot of times(Hmmnnn, what’s with long hair for men anyway?). Then he keeps on staring at me, that look saying, “I want you!” And, on our way to our Sunday lunch out, he told me, “yeey, you feel pretty with your hair ‘enya’ mama?” He just doesn’t know how light the world it is for me with my new do.
Funny, isn’t it? Even hair dominates blogging!
