Writing- Hippy Hair

I am targeting this blog to a very specific demographic. Ooooh, so smug, that sentence. So hip. And here I am a grandmother! Love it.

Blog. Targeting. Demographic. These are heavy words indeed.

Blog on, baby.

Check it out. Do you fit this demographic? Female. Fifty ++, possibly sixtish. Slightly overweight, you eat organic, drink free trade coffe, mostly veg but since menopause a little red meat (only once a month). Recycling has become a religion traded in for your guilt ridden Catholic upbringing.

Try this: Golden Gate Park '67, '68', 69... dead wingers on the ground, feeling just a titch unkept, but, hey, you can crash with a friend in Marin tonight, maybe get a shower, wash your hair... hair, oh, yes, that hair, long beautiful hair. Sixties hair.

Any of this ring a bell?

2008. Okay, so now you live in Boulder, still have that same long hair down to your butt. But it's not quite as thick and shiny as it was once. It's flat out stringy, right? Have you put in too much color and can't get it back to normal because normal isn't normal any more. Just an idea, but, have you entertained the thought that you may have overdone the long hair bit now that you are fifty ++, possibly sixtish. Hummmmm....? Think about it. Time for a change?

Call Judy. She cuts hippy hair in a spiritual way. Snips it right off in the right places. She knows how to make it curl where it wasn't. She makes the grey look like you greyed early. And, Jesus, you can't imagine how nice it is to get up in the morning with short hair. Judy, she's the one. Honest. Give her a call. Jesse