Ten thousand years ago, when our relationship was young and new, I wanted to do something special for Eugene.
As previously blogged, Eugene once had a goatee. It was not pretty. After a few months of dating, I had sort of verbalized my thoughts on said goatee and for Halloween 2003, Eugene shaved the goatee. He also shaved his head for me (I do have a thing for bald guys, also as previously blogged). Eugene went as Billy Corgan for Halloween. That was pretty. And I digress...
Since Eugene took the initiative to shave his goatee and head just to make me happy, I decided a few months later to see what I could do with my hair to suprise him.
At the time of this story, I had short hair. Not boy short, but a short bob. Eugene had told me that he really liked long hair. I knew I could grow my hair out but that would take time. In addition to being a little eccentric, I am also impatient. I decided that waiting for my hair to grow just wouldn't cut it. No pun intended. I decided to get extensions.
I knew there had to be a beauty school somewhere nearby. To my delight, my transexual friend (not a typo) knew where the local beauty school was located and said I could get a great deal on whatever beauty work I wanted. I called the school and asked if they did extensions. I was told they could do a weave. Is there a difference, I wondered? Yes. Extensions are typically glued, while a weave is sewn. Apparently, I would be the first white girl to get a weave in this beauty school. I really wanted to show Eugene how I looked with long hair, so I agreed to a weave. Could it really be that different from extensions? Yes. Yes it could.
First, my transexual friend informed me that I had to go buy hair. We went to a beauty store and looked at the hundreds of hair packets. Based on my transexual friend's recommendations, I decided on a human hair packet. Notice I said "packet" and not "packets." I didn't know how much hair was needed for a weave, but I would learn that it was a lot more than one packet.
I got to the beauty school and sat down for what would be about 4 hours of weaving. Since I only had one packet of hair, the weavist or stylist or whatever said she could only sew about 4 rows. Again, I had no idea what that meant, so I said "Sure!" I was getting my long hair! So I thought.
My hair was braided in very tight coils around the crown of my skull. Then the packet of hair was sewn into the braids. Mind you, as excited as I was, I was kept from the mirror until the weaving was wove. Upon turning around to face myself, I could barely contain my laughter. I looked ridiculous. After four hours, though, I just wanted to stand and stretch. And leave. I paid my $40 and walked into the evening air, laughing all the way to the car. I couldn't wait to show Eugene.
This is what I got for $40, one packet of hair an 4 hours of time.
Bam.
And a side shot...
At least the color was close.
Needless to say, Eugene thought I was insane. My gift ideas are often a little insane. One time I made a stuffed elephant out of panty hose socks.
I cut the weave out the next day and yet to get another...yet...
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