Hair Trauma

So, FroggerGirl has an issue…her hair. After much trauma and metaphorical (with a little bit of actual) hair pulling she is FINALLY getting a much needed hair cut. Why all the fuss? One, I’m a woman and like most women there are issues with appearance. The quest for a stylish haircut that is manageable and doesn’t take hours to deal with is a forever quest. Two, the hair stylist I was a fan of moved to another salon waaaaay out in the VA suburbs of The Swamp. Plus, his last haircut did not inspire the passion for FG to schlep all the way out to the far reaches of the VA burbs for a trim. What’s a girl to do? Go back with head low to the old stylist she ditched because she felt her locks had grown stale? I tried to branch out to the salon my super stylin’ buddy the Princezz goes to…but they had no openings until the end of September. I have already reached the point of a haircut being a NEED not a want…so waiting that long is no good.

Instead, FG is going to try to be a brave little soldier and branch out into the unknown. Saturday is the moment of truth…new stylist…new salon…and hopefully a satisfying haircut! This kind of angst over the dead cells on the top of my head drives me nuts. I may tell myself, “Its just hair!” but that mantra is a lie. Hair may grow back, but the bad haircut is the worst nightmare of most women I know. There should be a horror movie based on an evil barber, who doesn’t kill, just maims and deforms hair! Not many women would sleep well after that on!