A single hair

I found one of my hairs on the table the other day and as the sun glinted off it's wondrous surface I could clearly see the four inches of blond and six inches of brown. I'd been thinking it for a while but here was the concrete evidence I needed to something before the brown completely chased out the blond. But I'm not the kind of girl who colors her hair. And since I started subjecting my head to the wonders of chemical alteration I resolved it would just be the occasional treatment, not something to schedule regularly or obsessess over. So in entering my appointment to get my locks cut yesterday I steeled myself to tell the hair wizard that I really just wanted the cut and wait for color this summer. When I first sat down she mentioned the color needed to be done Oh no I said I'm going to wait it out a bit just a cut today. So she washed and cut and we talked and I had a glass of wine. And as she was cutting she mentioned how much she wanted to fix the color before my upcoming vacation. I don't know if it was the wine, the perfect sales pitch or the desire to show off my California hair to my old friends in the frigid north but I relented. So today I found myself back in the hair chair for two hours having the summer put back in my hair. Sitting there I realized one of the reasons I like my hairstylist so much is not just the wizardry she performs on my head but she's a darn good business person - she's been getting someone who doesn't think twice about her hair to regularly spend lots of money on said hair and be very happy about it!