OPPS…Eyes tightly closed!
Eyes closed. It’s so relaxing. There was this stylist at the place I used to go to… I loved for Ingrid to wash my hair. And no, she wasn’t a tall, thin Swedish blonde. She was short, with dark curly hair. She knew her way around a scalp. I would almost fall asleep. Then she would cut my hair and then play with it.
I miss Ingrid.