Do you think looking like January Jones in this photo is too much to ask?
Yeah me too.
How bout the hair? Doable? Hmm.
I finally scheduled a local hair appointment. I’m starting to resemble a middle aged, coked out wino. Other days, an Amish homemaker. Either way, it’s time. Why did I wait so long? Oh.
Well.
It’s complicated.
My favorite hairstylist in the world just so happens to be my oldest friend. She’s been doing my hair since the very first botched impression of Rachel from Friends when I visited her in beauty school and asked her to give me the most popular, complicated hairstyle ever. It’s was funny actually. I remember having to see her at church the following week after I got it fixed and I was so scared she would be mad.
She wasn’t. She was awesome and understanding and proceeded to become an amazing hairstylist and now even owns her own salon with her equally talented husband. No one else has touched my hair in over 15 years. She also happens to live an hour and a half away from me, has two children, and like us all, seems to have a whole lot going on. Having M has made it that much more difficult to get up there to 1. SEE HER to tell her how much I love her and see her boys… and 2. Get my hair done. I currently have 9 month old roots. It’s sad people. Sad.
So besides the fact that I completely miss this woman in my life and am so saddened by how life has transformed our friendship.. I can’t escape the fact that I look like crap and it just ain’t working out to get together with her.
But HOW do I even begin to look for someone else? Really people, she knows me and my hair like no one else.
The hubs has been encouraging me to visit his person. Is that weird? To go to your husband’s “stylist”?
In most cases I’d say yes, but in this case, my hubs actually has a little fashion sense. Really he does. On top of being a really good gift giver, I completely respect his wardrobe critiques. He picks out a mean accessory. It’s true.
So this week his stylist offered me an appointment… and a deal. So I took it.
And I’m feeling relieved and sad and guilty all at the same time.
But it’s time I think. Time for my friendship with Ms. M to be more about our friendship and less about my hair. And maybe someday, our schedules will open up a bit, and I’ll get the pleasure of returning the ownership of my hairstyle to my oldest friend in the world.
And BTW, I think the blog needs a new look. Hopefully I’ll be sprucing things up real soon.
Peace.
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