loyalty gone wild?

yesterday, i finally did it.

i had been thinking about doing it for a few months, but just hadn't been able to pull the trigger; i felt like it would be a terrible betrayal, one i couldn't bear to endure. after all, ellyse from the hair salon had been cutting my hair for about eight years. i had seen her at least six times a year for the last eight years. we exchange Christmas cards. i know her kid's names. once, she even brought in pictures to show me of her remodeled house. we were practically best friends!

but ellyse's haircuts had been getting a little iffy lately. the last few months, i would leave dissatisfied, wanting something different, determined to try to explain it, but somehow unable to communicate it clearly. i knew in my mind that it was time to move on, but my heart just wouldn't let me quit going back. "i can't stop going to ellyse! what if i bump into her somewhere? how will i explain my dropping off the face of the earth? don't i owe it to her to keep going back, just because of our relationship?"

oh, goodness.

during this time, my daughters had found somebody to cut their hair just down the street, adrian, and he did a beautiful job. could it be that he could cut a mom's hair too?

so this week, i took a deep breath, tried to shake off my feelings of heinous disloyalty and shame, and made an appointment with adrian.

and yesterday, as i walked through his salon door i had only a slight set-back as i saw adrian's new, purple mohawk.

the haircut turned out to be just what i had hoped. and i think i'll still send ellyse a Christmas card.