I feel like a Dr. Jekyll, Mrs. Hyde in that I am sort of happy for her and yet not so much. My unhappiness stems from the fact that I will miss my hair guru because she’s a sweetheart and because she has talented scissor-hands.
I’d rather have to find a new physician, go eat worms or clean out a cat's litter pan than find a new hair stylist/colorist. I rather shop for shoes (torture for me), hear you scratch a blackboard (remember those) or diet than say goodbye to her. (See my dilemma?)Like a good client, I'm letting let her go to do better things in life. More fulfilling things. Of course I had no choice in the matter.
Fly away little C.P. Scissor-hands.
On another note, I've been busy over at The Ruralhood. If you haven’t read The Monkey Project then hop on over.
Are you more crushed over losing your hairstylist or doctor?