Yesterday afternoon was great. We were all exhausted from our beach walk and jaunt in the park. It was a kind of day that I would love to plaster all over the place--except I usually can't stand that crap and decided to play some Bejewelled on the couch instead.
I know, I know--some life, huh?
I was sitting on the couch in fact, open can of Diet Coke aka bestdrinktoeverentermylife. Well, except for wine.
And my phone rings.
Hey Soul Sister
Ain't that mister mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
I look at caller id and see that it's my hair girl. The girl that has made my hair so incredibly happy and beautiful and more importantly? She has made me hair confident.
She is just. that. good.
I answer and get the news that no girl ever, ever wants to hear after she has found someone fabulous to bring life and love back her hair.
She? Is moving.
*Insert sobbing here followed by a glass or two of wine*
I moved my next appointment up just to get in to see her one more time.
I'm sure that I can see someone else at the salon. But it's not her. My hair soul mate.
So here's to you, oh fabulous one. I know you'll be making so many other heads of hair oh so happy.