You have lovely hair. You just needed to freshen your look, that’s all,” Lydia said modestly.
“Girlfriend, I can’t believe you can do something like that and aren’t using that talent. It’s a real shame,” Sonya said.
“For real. I pay Fernando two hundred bucks to do my hair, and he couldn’t do better than that,” Liz said.
“Okay, Jules, that’ll be two hundred bucks,” Lydia said.
“Seriously, why don’t you open up a salon or something now that David is gone. Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Liddie. I shouldn’t have said that. It was insensitive. What I meant is that you sure could help a lot of women like me,” Julia said.
“I can’t think about the future. Right now I can only think about this road trip and why we’re taking it. Besides, I don’t have the money to start a business, and I don’t think I’d want the hassle of owning one. All that paperwork and licenses, not to mention employees and accountants and taxes and payroll. I think it would take the joy right out of doing hair, but I do enjoy creative challenges. I’ll have to do something to earn a living, but I can’t imagine what.”
Lydia paused to reflect. “I learned how to do a lot of useful things when I was working in community theatre. We didn’t have hair or makeup artists, so we had to learn how to expertly apply makeup and do our own hair. I guess I just have a natural knack for this kind of thing. It wasn’t long before everyone came to me to do their hair and makeup, so I got lots of practice. I loved community theatre because you had to wear so many different hats. One minute you could be sewing a costume or building a prop and the next minute you could be putting fliers in local businesses to promote a show or be on stage performing. You never got bored,” Lydia said.
“So why didn’t you pursue it?” Liz asked.
“I met David and he wanted me home, and that’s where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to spend night after night at the theatre or on the road with some acting troupe instead of spending time with my husband. We were in that newlywed phase where we couldn’t get enough of each other. Does anyone remember those days! Anyway, I got busy taking care of the house and David and doing a lot of volunteer work. He had to travel a lot for work—or so I thought. So I wanted to be home whenever he was rather than at the theatre. I missed it sometimes, but I was happy. I resurrected the Grand Strand Theatre. The gal who put together the Swamp Players moved. After that the group fell apart, and there was no more theatre in Georgetown. It became a movie theater instead. I couldn’t stand that, so I got involved and assembled a theatre group. We were pretty good too if I do say so myself. I learned a lot about marketing and the administrative end of things during that time. After a couple of years, I left the group.”
“Only because you had to take care of your parents,” Julia said.
“I just helped out a bit when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer,” Lydia said.
“That is not true, and you know it,” Julia said reproachfully. “Lydia did everything from taking her mother to every chemo treatment to fixing dinner for her father. I remember you even had wigs made when her hair fell out because your mom was so heartbroken over losing her gorgeous hair. You kept Sparky until your mother was better so that they wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of the dog. You spent hours sitting with your mother to make sure she didn’t need anything or that she never felt alone. You made those specialty smoothies and protein shakes because they were the only thing she could keep down. She needed to gain weight after losing so much during chemo and get her strength back. You took care of their house and bills and everything. I don’t know how you managed.”
“It really wasn’t that big a deal, although my mother was pretty sick from her cancer treatments for a few months. We watched a lot of old
“Girlfriend, I can’t believe you can do something like that and aren’t using that talent. It’s a real shame,” Sonya said.
“For real. I pay Fernando two hundred bucks to do my hair, and he couldn’t do better than that,” Liz said.
“Okay, Jules, that’ll be two hundred bucks,” Lydia said.
“Seriously, why don’t you open up a salon or something now that David is gone. Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Liddie. I shouldn’t have said that. It was insensitive. What I meant is that you sure could help a lot of women like me,” Julia said.
“I can’t think about the future. Right now I can only think about this road trip and why we’re taking it. Besides, I don’t have the money to start a business, and I don’t think I’d want the hassle of owning one. All that paperwork and licenses, not to mention employees and accountants and taxes and payroll. I think it would take the joy right out of doing hair, but I do enjoy creative challenges. I’ll have to do something to earn a living, but I can’t imagine what.”
Lydia paused to reflect. “I learned how to do a lot of useful things when I was working in community theatre. We didn’t have hair or makeup artists, so we had to learn how to expertly apply makeup and do our own hair. I guess I just have a natural knack for this kind of thing. It wasn’t long before everyone came to me to do their hair and makeup, so I got lots of practice. I loved community theatre because you had to wear so many different hats. One minute you could be sewing a costume or building a prop and the next minute you could be putting fliers in local businesses to promote a show or be on stage performing. You never got bored,” Lydia said.
“So why didn’t you pursue it?” Liz asked.
“I met David and he wanted me home, and that’s where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to spend night after night at the theatre or on the road with some acting troupe instead of spending time with my husband. We were in that newlywed phase where we couldn’t get enough of each other. Does anyone remember those days! Anyway, I got busy taking care of the house and David and doing a lot of volunteer work. He had to travel a lot for work—or so I thought. So I wanted to be home whenever he was rather than at the theatre. I missed it sometimes, but I was happy. I resurrected the Grand Strand Theatre. The gal who put together the Swamp Players moved. After that the group fell apart, and there was no more theatre in Georgetown. It became a movie theater instead. I couldn’t stand that, so I got involved and assembled a theatre group. We were pretty good too if I do say so myself. I learned a lot about marketing and the administrative end of things during that time. After a couple of years, I left the group.”
“Only because you had to take care of your parents,” Julia said.
“I just helped out a bit when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer,” Lydia said.
“That is not true, and you know it,” Julia said reproachfully. “Lydia did everything from taking her mother to every chemo treatment to fixing dinner for her father. I remember you even had wigs made when her hair fell out because your mom was so heartbroken over losing her gorgeous hair. You kept Sparky until your mother was better so that they wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of the dog. You spent hours sitting with your mother to make sure she didn’t need anything or that she never felt alone. You made those specialty smoothies and protein shakes because they were the only thing she could keep down. She needed to gain weight after losing so much during chemo and get her strength back. You took care of their house and bills and everything. I don’t know how you managed.”
“It really wasn’t that big a deal, although my mother was pretty sick from her cancer treatments for a few months. We watched a lot of old
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