My Fluffy Four
Repeated, because today is National Hair Stylist Appreciation Day.
! YaY !
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I’m going for a hairdo today.
Cut, color, highlights.
My usual biz
& this got me to thinking about the stylists I’ve known through the years
& how each one of them have helped shape not only my hair but, my life.
Eddie was my first.
He got hold of my tangles when I was somewhere in my very early teens.
My refreshingly honest friend who once informed me that I have no in between.
I either look REAL good !
or …
not.
How I adore that man.
He took an insecure tomboy and jazzed her up a bit.
He would fluff and I’d pat down
& we would talk,
just talk.
Next came Carol.
I walked into a random shop one day, for no reason other than it was close to my house.
I was asked if I had a person preference.
“Nope”
Carol took this hair of mine through those young and free going out days.
She poofed me up for my wedding and took on the challenge of Daughters when they weren’t all that crazy about getting haircuts
& when life caused us to lose contact because that’s what life sometimes does, it was Carol who put her and I back together again.
She is my friend until the end.
Lynn was with me through the Mom years.
Little Sis liked her so I thought I’d give her a try.
With Lynn, my hair stayed short while my life stayed busy.
Our friendship was more about my girls.
Homecomings. Turnabouts. Proms.
Seems Lynn was always preparing their hair for a dance
& me ?
Oh she tried ! but my response was always, ‘Same’.
Lynn and I would laugh at the thought of what we would do with my mane when Daughters were done dancing …
Long ?
Short ?
Fancy ?
nah
probably not fancy
& then I met Don.
I tell him it was destiny
& I’m pretty convinced we’ve known each other in another life.
We were siblings once, for sure.
We’ve gone to a few Barry Manilow concerts together
& each time, before I’d even ask, he made it clear that he absolutely would “do” my hair pre-Barry.
He knows I don’t fluff like he fluffs
& THAT’S exactly what I love most about these people.
They fluff.
I don’t
& they open arms accept me for who I am.
They have listened to my every ramble, heard all my secrets.
They’ve been with me through happy and sad, through my various ‘I’ve got it soooooo figured out / I don’t have a clue’.
They’ve taken me from a young girl to today
& I am so very grateful for these carers of my hair.
Thanks for the fluffings, my Four
& each of those every little everything-s in between.
