March 28, 2015

Floridians rejoice, while we North Carolinian's weep.... (yes, it all goes back to hair)

It's a dark, dark day my friends.  Very dark.

Last week I scheduled a hair appointment.

If you need to know anything about me, you need to know this...I am EXTREMELY loathe to make appointments of any kind.  I don't know why.  It doesn't matter what kind of appointment, I just know that if I need to make an appointment, I will put it off for as long as I can.

It is for this reason that I rarely, if ever, schedule my next hair appointment while at sitting in the chair.  Because of this, I never get my hair cut at the six or eight week recommendation.  I usually wait until I can't stand it anymore and then I call.  Of course, it goes without saying, that on the day OF the appointment I have a fabulous hair day.  It never fails.

At any rate...I made the appointment; and in retrospect, I'm glad I did.  And when the day came, off I went happily to see my very favorite, most beloved hairstylist.  The one who makes me feel so pretty both when I first sit in his chair and makes me feel even more so when I step out.

This time, as I settled into the chair to tell him what I wanted, I noticed a hand lettered sign taped to his station.  A sign that said something along the lines of, "...want to keep in touch?  Find me on Facebook! :-)"  And a shiver of dread ran down my spine.

As we began to chat it became one nightmare had become true.  He was moving.  To FLORIDA!

My heart was broken.  Do you know how hard it is to find a hairstylist that not only makes you look and, more importantly, feel pretty?  AND one that you actually like?  One that you look forward to chatting with?  It's hard.  Very hard.

So, he made me feel pretty one last time.  Gave me recommendations for my next hairstylist.  Assured me that I would be happy with either one.  Somehow I don't think the experience will be the same.  Oh sure.  I'm confident that the women he recommended are very good.  But will they have that special touch that he brings to his clients?  Only time will tell.

Before I left, with tears in my eyes, we hugged.  And promised to visit should we ever find ourselves in the same town again.

And I went home and found him on Facebook.  Because he trumps my hatred of Facebook.  And?  I'm glad I called when I did.  Apparently, his last day is Thursday. *sob*


  1. I don't think I've been to a salon since the early '90s. Mine is so awful, I just whack it myself, and sometimes my daughter evens it up. She's trained, but I rarely ask her to do anything for me. I recently whacked about 9 inches off my pencil-thin ponytail, after I lost most of my hair. She did have to even that up, because my scissor angle was WAY OFF and I had my ponytail too high, so I ended up with crooked layers *sigh

  2. I'm so sorry for your loss! Good thing you were able to see him one last time, though. I know what you mean about a good stylist, they are rare as hens's teeth. :-)

  3. Gigi!!!! I finally got back into my blogger acct. I miss you! So sorry for the loss of your hairdresser. The loss is real. Very real.

  4. Oh no! I understand that kind of loss :) A good stylist is hard to find! I hope your next hair dresser is a true guru!