HAIRS SOMETHING TO LOVE TODAY - OR NOT

THE HAIR?

LOVE?

Not so much.

Not yet, any way.

When I move it is a struggle for me to find "the one"

and I am not talking about the right man, I take him with me when I move.

I'm talking about a hair stylist.

My hair is important to me, a silly thing to care about, I know - but I care about it nonetheless.

Jan, my stylist of choice in Dallas, had been cutting my hair for the past 9 years (at least). Perhaps I could have gotten a better cut somewhere else, I don't know. I liked her well enough to NEVER go any where else. 

We became good friends over that time.

When we met we were living in different cities, a year or two later she moved to the same town. That's when I became acquainted with her whole family as the kids attended the school where I was working.

In all those years, she never raised her prices for me; claiming I sent her a lot of business and I was a good investment.

It was wonderful to go and get my hair cut and have her talk to me about problems her children were having, challenges they were dealing with, as well as their successes.

We looked for each other at band competitions (where our kids were competing against each other) and found each other at football games even though we were always sitting across the field from each other.

She asked me to help her decorate her home and had me shop for furniture, etc., with her.

She liked me to cook and bake for her, so I did. I really liked her a whole bunch and would do anything for her.

She loved my kids!

And I loved hers.

So, you can understand just how at ease I was with her.

And my hair? She did a great job for me! She helped me look decent when I wanted to grow it out and she cautioned me when I thought I might want to cut it too short again.

When I wanted to put red in it as Fall and Winter came around, she was determined to get it right: the right color of red, one that wouldn't fade too fast..., not too much, not too little...

sometimes color lines would change and she would approach my red very carefully until she knew what it would do on my very blond hair.

So, I miss her.

I knew I would.

And I do.

While trying out a new gal, I went for a haircut and a little bit of red. She is supposed to be an expert at both.

I'm sure she is.

But she isn't Jan.

So, I probably should not have been surprised when my subtle streaks of red turned out to be brightly screaming to the world things like, "Hello there, I am RED!" "Ever seen fire engine red on top of someone's head?" "I just had a run-in with Kool-Aid." or "Wait until next month, I'm going GREEN!"

Red fades quickly, I know that, and that knowledge made me feel better when I saw the red on my head.

Just after getting my hair done, I went to a meeting at Megan's school for her Global Leadership program. It was the last parent/student/instructor meeting before the GL kids head off to Costa Rica. I had to be there.

When I walked in, mouths dropped. Not kidding.

In fact, several mouths dropped.

Adults were doing the dropping, I think the kids liked it.

This hair was BRIGHT!

After the meeting, people who had never really talked to me before had to say something to me - about my hair.

Pretty funny! I really did get quite a few chuckles out of it, even if they were only on the inside.

 

I got called "Spunky" and "Fun." Someone mentioned it was a bold and brave move for me...

I'm sure there were a few who thought I was probably just dumb.

Which I might be.

I like how the new gal cuts my hair. She does some things that Jan did that I think are important.

But she is TOO expensive.

And I don't think I could do the red again with her, and I really like to have that touch of color when the months are dark and dreary.

So, I may be looking again soon.

Or flying to Dallas for my hair, ha, ha.  (Jon, don't worry, I am kidding!)

Megaroo leaves soon for Costa Rica. Yikes. I will certainly miss her!

One of the good things that happened for me while I (wildly) attended the last meeting was that I realized I have complete trust in the teachers (and group) with whom she is going.

That's huge!

She will have a phenomenal experience.

And I feel that she will be safe and fine as long as she follows the instructions of her leaders and guides.  Megan is very good at that, so I feel good about her going.

I wish I could take my red-ish hair and go with her but since I can't, I am glad she gets to go.

 

 

This is after MANY washes...it was much redder and brighter than this. 

You can call me Spunky, too.

 

Maybe I'll be one of those ladies...red for now, then I will go green for St Patty's Day and then purple when I am 80...

 

Comments

[Jonathan]

Happy Valentines Hair-Day!

[Greta]

haha its perfect for valentine's day! :)

[Ginger Upshaw]

I can call you Spunky? I can think of a couple other things to call you. :) Awwww...guess you'll have to hop a plane and come visit Jan to fix it!

[Tamara]

What was this woman thinking? Nope, time to stamp "sayonara" on going to that gal! Although I must admit, anything and anyone who gets you quipping such doozies as "I had a run in with Kool-Aid" might be worth retaining just for comedic fodder...