Putting Things in Perspective

While I was going on and on yesterday about my much hated S-H-O-R-T haircut, I got a phone call from my friend Cindy in Texas. Cindy had tried calling me this weekend but we were out of town.

Before I continue on with the story, let me give you a little background first.

Cindy and I have been friends for probably close to 15 years, maybe even longer. Her husband Jay worked out of the country and mine worked extremely long hours and then started working out of town like Jay. Our kids swam on the same swim team each year, so Cindy and I and our kids hung out together each and every summer, just about everyday. Our families became close, especially Cindy and I. One night many years ago Cindy called me in tears...they were moving to Texas. She was not happy about the move but of course said she would support Jay and his career and move with him. And she did.

After much discussion between Jay and Cindy, Jay took a full time job in Africa about a year ago while Cindy and the girls stayed behind in Texas. The plan was that Cindy was going to leave 2 weeks ago to join him in Africa. They would travel and see the world together. Cindy had practically raised their 2 grown daughters single- handedly and now it was going to be their turn to enjoy life together.

Just 4 days before Cindy was to leave for Africa she got a call from Jay. He said don't plan on coming here...I've found someone else that I am in love with...and I want a divorce. He says he doesn't want the house or anything in it. He only wants this new woman. Unbelievable!

My dear friend is hurting badly and heart broken and I'm crying over a bad haircut! Talk about putting things in perspective. I'll never mention the haircut again. In the mean time, I'll hopefully be putting a trip together to go to Texas within the next month or so. I have a friend who really needs a friend.

Haircut Disaster

I've had short hair pretty much all my life because it's so curly. I've tried to let it grow out but I just can't seem to get past that certain stage...the in between stage.

I've liked my hair length over the past couple of years. Not to short yet not to long. Kathy, my hairdresser didn't take off enough last time so today I was in desperate needed of a haircut...and I couldn't wait to get there.

Now I wish I had waited! I cried all the way home. She cut my hair S-H-O-R-T! Much shorter than I am liking to wear it these days. As I was writing out my check, Kathy said "it's the same length as what's on your driver's license." I told her "and I didn't like it then either!"

So what's a girl to do. Luckily my hair grows fast but still I know I'll be crying tomorrow morning and cursing Kathy while I'm at it.

Oh yes, I even brought her 2 pictures of a haircut she gave me 2 years ago. An adorable cut. No go, she did what she wanted today.

Sorry Kathy...I'm now looking for a new hairdresser and praying that my hair grows fast, fast, fast in the meantime!