My old stylist left me. There was no "Dear John," letter...I never saw it coming. A whole year and a half together--from long to short to growing it back out...and then...gone. Vanished. I felt so lost. Alone. For awhile, I managed on my own. But, after three months, It was time for a cut. A friend of mine set me up with someone new. I was apprehensive at first. Would she understand my hair needs? Would she leave me high and dry as other stylists have? Would she care what I wanted?
After our first appointment, I felt elated. Love isn't the word, yet. I'm taking it slowly this time around. Wanna be careful not to get too attached. Not just yet. But, I think I've found my new stylist.