I'm in need of a good haircut but the weather won't cooperate. Over Christmas I run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, hope that's not too graphic for you first thing in the morning...that's what hillbillies say when we are busier than a one armed paperhanger. Anyway I need a haircut bad. The last time I had a haircut I hadn't colored in awhile and the glare from my silver roots nearly put Suzy's eye out! She is the best hairdresser I've ever had and she cuts my hair dry. Isn't that odd? She spends extra time getting it just right and I just love her. When we moved to GrannyMountain 5 years ago it was just too far to go back to my old hairdresser. I spent the next 4 years trying to find a good one. Along the way I had some really funky haircuts. Too short, too long, too uneven, not layered right, bangs way too short, bangs way too long...you get the idea! Then one day as I was setting at the last stoplight before you leave town, I noticed a salon up the block. It set back in a little shopping center with professional offices. The sign was so inconspicuous I had missed it over and over as I passed by. Hundreds of trips in and out of town in 5 years, plus the year we were building and I had never noticed the shop.
I just got lucky and found Suzy. Luck plays a big part in my life it seems. Lucky to have found a great husband the first time around. Lucky to have had two lovely daughters. Lucky to have three wonderful GRANDsons.