The weekend before last, Mom and I enjoyed a morning at the spa. She'd given me a gift certificate for Christmas, and so she scheduled us for hair appointments. Hers was first.
While I waited for my appointment, I started sketching one of the stylists but he was very active in his work. You can see his ear and part of the frame of his glasses. I opted to give up on drawing the whirling dervish stylist and concentrate on the very stationary chair in front of me. Didn't have a chance to finish before it was my turn to go under the scissors.