As I watched the stylist put my hair into an "updo" for the function I am attending this evening, I marveled at the fact that this rather personal activity - the tending of hair - is surprisingly not uncomfortable, even though someone not related by close kinship is essentially spending time in my personal space. Perhaps it's the stylist, who is both professional and comfortable in all matters hair-related.
And perhaps, too, it is secretly very nice to be looked after, however briefly, while one's hair is done.
It is quite difficult to take a picture of one's own hair.
This does not at all do justice to the lovely job of the stylist.