In case you're not a lipreader, the word I'm shouting out in this picture is, "HELP!" While the reason may be obvious, here's the story.
For three decades the same person has cut my hair.
While to many that may not sound significant, to anyone who has struggled with a bad haircut, I can feel your angst streaming through this post. Now here's the real kicker---
My hair stylist has retired.
Simply writing that phrase turns my stomach into knots! Yet obviously, I have yet to do anything about the looming disaster that awaits---finding someone new to cut my hair.
I'm being overly dramatic, you say? Read on...
My hair is wavy, thick and has a mind of its own. There's a pretty good cowlick at the back of my head near the top and my hairline at my left temple has decided to recede from the union.
As a kid, my mom would cut my hair short. So short that if I wore a hat people would mistake me for a boy. Obviously there are some lingering issues regarding those memories.
When my mother passed, I chopped off my hair in a pixie style after wearing it below-shoulder length for twenty years. That led my daughter to proclaim that she felt as if her mother had disappeared!
Now, in desperation, and before my bangs reach my chin, I'm asking for your help. If you have a hair whisperer that knows how to tame tresses like mine, please share that savior's name and contact info in the comments.
Time is running short. It won't be long before I'll be forced to pull up my bangs ala Peebles Flintstone--a look I definitely don't need to add to my repertoire of bad hair memories.