Maybe that's a stretch.
The salon where I get my haircuts and see my henna appointments took all my effects and stashed them out of sight. Or they threw them out. I noticed during my last cut and style. I did not mention it. They did not mention it. Does that make me an outlaw or just unwelcome?
I want my brass tray back though. I love that tray.
My last two appointments have taken place at food food establishments near the interstate. The mother-daughter combo received their henna and enjoyed a tasty chicken sandwich in the same sitting.
I met the girl who was self conscious of her corns at the Hardees a couple of exits up. She was a bit phobic of uncovering her feet in public. I held each foot in my lap under the table. But she walked out barefoot, a changed woman.
It's all very funny to me. People are so interested to see what I'm doing and no one has mentioned codes or permits or violations. We'll see what happens...
6 comments:
Beautiful. Just gorgeous work. Art-work.
I used to henna my mom's hair. She's let it go silver now though. I miss the smell and the blotchy stains on my hands from it :)
Don't let the man catch you.
Freaky. Must be awkward.
Lovely work, though.
The girl's feet look great!
You're doing my feet for the wedding, right? I simply love it.
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