My hair stylist, Bnjymn, (pronounced Benjamin – don’t ask) recently up and moved to Joplin, MO.   No call.  No goodbye.  Just left. 

I was devastated.  And I can’t even begin to TELL you how distraught my hair is over the situation.  It’s like losing a best friend … a best friend with magical clippers. 

I’m losing hair where I need it … and I’m gaining hair where I don’t want it.

So I’ve started the long, laborious and painful process of shopping for a new hair guru.  My hair takes a village … and so does finding the right person with the right touch.  

I thought Bnjmyn and I would be together forever.  Through good and bad.  Through thick and thin(ning hair.)  I started beating myself up wondering what I did wrong or could have done differently.  

Hair breakups SUCK.  A scant seven people have ever touched the hair on my head … and I’m going to need references in triplicate before there’s an eight person.  Bnjymn was a comfortable shoe that I’d gotten used to … and as God as my witness, he’d never given me a bad haircut.   

And now this. 

So much for loyalty.  So much for referrals.  So much for the hundreds of thousands of dollars I gave him to lovingly highlight my hair.  It’s all over … poof.  Just like that. 

As I head in to 2009, I vow to find someone who will make me look sassy, urban AND trendy.  If you know anyone, lemme know.  I’m gonna start taking applications shortly.