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 poof-ed 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 flippin’ 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 fluffing-s, my Four
& each of those every little everything-s in between.
