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Drunk Eye for the Freak Guy or
The Ultimate Hippie Makeover
Meet Devon
Edinburg, VA, Jan 2006. Devon is my hairy hippie cousin who recently came to visit me here in the Shenandoah Valley.
Last time Devon came to visit, it was at my request. I had to take a trip to Arkansas and asked him to come stay with my cats. He actually arrived after I left so I don’t know for sure whether he came with a moving van or not. All I know is that he brought lots of computer equipment and lots of boxes full of stuff. Hmm...
When I returned from Arkansas, I found that he had taken over my office and the guest room. I mean he had actually built a barricade to keep the cats out of the office. (I also noticed when I came in that there was no food or water in the cats’ bowls.) I had been gone a week but there was no evidence that he had “remembered” to bathe either.
Devon was looking very comfortable with his hippie tee shirts and hippies in the 60’s lifestyle. He did not seem to realize that the cat sitting was no longer necessary (with me back and feeding and caring for them and all.) He did make lots of pointed comments about cat hair in his stuff but did not seem bothered enough to vacuum ... or leave. Hmm..
Please don’t misunderstand about Devon. In most respects, he is a delightful person. With his hippies 60’s flower child attitude, his wonderful sense of humor, and his kind heart, he really is quite nice. But... after two weeks, I have to admit that I was getting a little testy and maybe even a little bitchy. (I know it is hard to believe.) Anyway he wasn’t not a bad house mate, after I got over my qualms about telling someone who was not my child, what they needed to do as far as household chores and personal grooming.
But... I live in a small town. Here I was a single mom living with this weird unshaven, pagan, wiccan, hippie clothing, ax murderer-looking Hippie. People were starting to talk. Something had to be done!
Enter Suzanne and Barbara, my very resourceful friends. They came up with the brilliant idea of doing the “ultimate hippie makeover”. But could three single women transform a middle aged hippie into a vision of respectably?
Meet Suzanne and Barbara and Me
(I am in the middle)
We thought we could. We had the tools; me with my handy dandy $9.99 barber shears, Suzanne with her enthusiasm and Barbara with her experience. (She had once cut someone’s hair... or at least she had once watched someone get their hair cut.) We were set! Anyway, we told Devon about our plan and he agreed.
But before we had a chance to make the first cut, Devon had cut, cut and run. He said something about a peace protest in DC. as he high-tailed it out of Edinburg. Hum....
He was gone several months...
But I knew he would be back as I had all his stuff. So when he did come back, I was ready. I immediately swept into action. Before you could so much as say “Green Peace”, I had called my friends and arranged an emergency makeover dinner for the next night. (Before he had time to escape.) The plan was to ply him with lots of good food and wine to keep him calm and happy while we proceeded to change his life with barber shears and imagination. It worked like a charm.
What follows is a photo account of the evening. The photos were taken by Jaqie Feldstien, Suzanne’s talented daughter. Warning: If you like pictures of Hippies, you might be disappointed by the end. This hippie is transformed. Click on the filmstrip to enlarge the photos. And if you have a hippie at home and want to hire us to “take care of the problem”, contact me at jeanner@shentel.net. Enjoy!
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