A little over a week ago I was sitting under the dryer in my fave hair salon, after getting all my "blonde hairs" covered, and in walked a young lady who immediately grabbed my attention.
She grabbed my attention because she was doing everything possible to insure that she was the center of everyone's focus. From her Barney purple hair, that was shaved on one side and shoulder length on the other. To her outrageous mixed matched clothing, and not to mention the fact that she spoke loud enough for her voice to clearly carry over the cacophony of blow dryers, and quiet conversation.
I overheard her wildly inappropriate conversation with the stylist... For no other reason than the fact that I couldn't help it...and at one point she asked her stylist if she was her only "extreme hair" client (Practically begging to be told that she was special, one of a kind)... The stylist muttered an answer, to which the girl exclaimed.. "Well I'm an artist, I can't be expected to go around looking like these middle aged housewives!!!"
That girl, and that particular statement have been in the back of my mind every sense.
Partially,to be frank, because I am a middle aged housewife, and partially because I am an artist.
It made me think of all the incredibly talented men and women that I know. Some of which happen to have "extreme hair", although most of them don't.
I started to think of all the kindness I witness, in the artistic community, all the generosity of spirit... I think of all the artists I know who boldly express themselves through their work, and who share their talents with others... And how grateful and blessed I am to be a small, small part of it.
Every time I think of the purple haired girl, I have to smile to myself... And think "I may be a middle aged housewife, but I am still an artist, and I am in some amazing company!!!!"