Scissors Object Writing

OK so I missed yesterday because I had my radio show. I still got up before 9 though. Maybe I'll do one on Saturday to make up for Tuesday.

Scissors
There is something SO satisfying about that shhhhick sound that a pair of heavy metal scissors makes when cutting through hair. The dozens of tiny points of resistance succumbing in succession to the sharp blade edge. I’d almost want to become a hair dresser just to feel that sensation over and over every day. But probably all my clients would end up with pixie cuts since I wouldn’t be able to stop with the scissors. Plus the tiny prickling cut hairs end up everywhere, itching inside your shirt collar, tickling in your waistband. I guess it’s worse for the person who is getting the hair cut, but I imagine being around it all day you’re bound to get some weird runaway hairs stuck to you somewhere. Then again there’s the yummy shampoo smells, and all the other fancy hair products. I always love having my hair washed at the salon. Relaxing back into the chair, the mini head massage and the squelching of wet hair in the sink. Then feeling a portion of stress washing away down the drain with the suds.