The one where debbie gives a shout out to her favorite tranny...

Today was a holiday here in Japan....Showa Day....the start (for many if they take tomorrow off also) of Golden Week (which is really only 3 days, but this year we also have Saturday and Sunday so it's Golden almost Week ).

Today, I treated myself to something I only do 4 or 5 times a year.  I wish I could do it more but...some things don't work out that way.

I got a haircut.

I know you may be saying to yourself, "It's a haircut, Deb...it's not really that big of a deal."

And depending on where you go, it might not be, but...where I go?  It's a treat.

When I first sit down in the chair, it's just like any other place in any salon in the States (or anywhere else, for that matter, possibly).

Then, a girl, who just started in March, brushes out my hair and says she'll wash my hair now...
and that, my friends,
is the beginning of the before mentioned treat part.

I walk to the sink area and have a seat in the chair....which looks like a dentist chair, actually...and the girl puts a very nice, fluffy towel over my legs...

....and the chair begins to recline....

Before she puts the little warm towel over my eyes,

this is the view I have:

(I tell the owner quite often that I can get her posters of some really sexy men to put up there...all she has to do is say the word, and they are hers.  She says she is thinking about this.)

Then the girl begins to wash my hair....and scrub my head...and massage my head...

and massage my shoulders...I think she might have even done a little ear cleaning, but honestly?

I tend to snooze a bit during all this.

And just for the record--I sat down in the reclining chair at 9:08....after the girl did all that stuff, wrapped my head in yet, another warm towel and I walked the few steps to the hair-cutting chair,

it was 9:31.

23 minutes of head heaven.

(Have I mentioned before how much I love a good head massage?)

So, I'm in the chair, verrrrry relaxed and the salon owner comes over "What are we going to do today?", to which I don't really have an answer...just something I had in mind...something kind of strange and since I don't really have the hair for the particular style I was thinking of but why not go ahead and let's cut it like that and see what happens.

I showed them this picture....

This is Ikko.

Ikko is a man.

In the entertainment world here in Japan, he is a very famous man.

He is a make-up artist (obviously!), stylist and he has written books and gives lectures all over Asia on beauty tips and fashion advice.  (The Korean women LOVE him!!)  He has his own line of cosmetics out.

Yes....look again....Ikko is a man.

He also has really great choices in wig styles.

And I want his hair.

Kawajiri-san (the salon owner who cuts my hair) is pretty much open to trying anything,

so she cut my hair in the same style as Ikko's.

And it really is, except, when it's dried and styled a bit...it looks pretty much the same as I always wear it.

(And no, I will not show you a picture of me slightly wet and unstyled....sorry...no. can. do.)

Oh Well....at least I know what it is supposed to look like.  Oh, if I only had more hair!!

(Or a blond wig like Ikko has.....)

Funny thing though...here I was, trying to look like him

and here he is....

trying to look like me....

....except I don't wear fur and I don't really look very good in brown!

I wonder if Ikko would give me the name of his wig place if I inquired?
Would I wear a wig, even if I had one?
hmmmmmm....
Would you?