It’s over.
It was a difficult decision, but somewhat mutual. We had grown apart.
You see, the person I trusted must in the world — with those agile hands and good conversational skills — has moved on. Her life was about to change, and I wasn’t going to be a part of it anymore. It’s time to catch another one of those many hairdresser fish in the vast sea. Our schedules just don’t jive anymore, and my locks are paying the price.
I now must release my wavy raven tresses to someone else. So I am going to take the plunge this week and allow someone new into my hair’s finicky life.
Wish me luck.
4 responses so far ↓
Miss E // February 27, 2007 at 2:56 pm
Where are you thinking? And who did you break up with? If my stylist ever leaves town, I’ll be devastated.
bettycat // February 27, 2007 at 4:47 pm
Two words: Paul Kane
Lisa // February 27, 2007 at 5:15 pm
Yikes — that’s scary. But I’m sure you’ll find someone else you like. Eventually.
Joking!
lbotp // February 28, 2007 at 11:23 am
I am going to Kane and Company. We’ll see.
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