I got my hair done today. I cost me WAY too much money. It's one thing I do to splurge on myself. I have to admit, I love to have a good haircut.
So what do you think?
Isn't it weird that my eyes are more green than brown now?
These pictures don't really look like me, do they?
I've been searching for the perfect hair stylist for a while now. I've come to the conclusion that there is no perfect stylist....except my sister, Wendy.
She has owned her salon now for 21 years! I was 11 years old when she opened it and she was doing my hair before that. She does the very best job on my hair plus I am completely comfortable with her and the conversation. I think I've been looking for another stylist who can give me the whole package like my sister! Tonight I was happy with my cut and with the person cuttting it, but it will just never be perfect like it was when I had Wendy around to do it.
Wendy is closing the doors to her shop at the end of this week. It's almost like a death in the family. In fact, as I write these words, tears are filling my eyes. She has gone through a whole lot in those years. She had a major battle with breast cancer, had a beautiful baby boy (now 6), many good and not so good relationships and friendships have passed through her salon, many good laughs and hard cries, loud music, political discussions, and more. It has been the center of her life and a big part of the rest of the family's lives as well. We'd meet down at the salon for lunch, late night hair cuts, and even a beer once in a while. I have lots and lots of memories of that place.
Wendy told me a while back, when she was thinking she wanted to close her doors, that she was going through a midlife crisis. Instead of divorcing her husband, she wanted to divorce her salon!
Goodbye to Wendy's salon and hello to what's in store for her in the years to come. May she be blessed in this new adventure and wherever it leads.