My Brushing Lady

Last night, I was using a tape roller to pick lint on a jacket. Sienna must have seen a roller brush out of that thing. So she started using it to brush my hair. She called herself the "Brushing Lady." I corrected her, "It's a Hair Dresser." But the "Brushing Lady" ignored it. She gathered everything ready for a complete hair salon scene: blow dryer, hair clips, scissors, water spray, lotions... real or makeshifts.

Then she took out a notebook and started talking to me, "Where do you live? " asked she. I gave her my address. She looked up in the notebook. There we go. she said, "Oh, Look, your hair is too long. You only need a little bit long like that. You're gonna to be so nice and clean. And pretty too, because I am your Brushing Lady." Sienna goes right to work. "Just say 'ouch' if it's hurting you, ok?" ... So at the world's most luxurious spa, I was being completely pampered by my Brushing Lady.

Please note, on top of the term "Brushing Lady" she aptly coined, Sienna also invented the "hair salon notebook." Isn't it a great idea of hers? A hair dresser should take notes like a doctor does and check back on the chart when she sees her client the next time...