Hair matters

It’s crazy what you value in life. I value my hairstylist, and—she’s leaving me. She does my hair, my mom’s hair and my daughter’s hair. For some reason, she seems to want to join her husband in a new youth ministry in Texas. A mega church. She's a country girl.

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?