The Break-Up

Sometimes, when you least expect it, you will find yourself suddenly adrift, castoff by the one person you never plan on leaving your life unexpectedly. You like to think that five years together would earn you something. A call maybe, a post card, something to tell you that it’s over.

But no. Instead you find out from some stranger on the phone when you call to set up a haircut with your beloved haircutting waif, Jenny. When the phone strangers said, “I’m sorry Jenny’s no longer with us.” My heart frayed like so many split ends. The very split ends I was going in to have trimmed.

Jenny was gone, off to some exotic salon in Eden Prairie, a suburb I often refer to as the hellmouth such is my disdain for it.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had a hairdresser flee the salon. There was Mary, who I followed for awhile, but we never were able to recapture the magic. Then there was Abby, who I believe got out of the hair business. And then there was Jenny. Jenny whom I loved. Jenny who wasn’t too much of a wuss to give me flaming red hair and understood that my two biggest fears were news anchor hair and suburban soccer mom hair. Jenny just got it and now she’s gone.

So today I had to meet a new hair cutter. The jury is still out. She was young and adorable, aren’t they all? But this one was getting married and the idea of talking about wedding plans and mustering up faux wedding enthusiasm makes me want to never get my hair cut again.

I had to explain to her a few times why I wasn’t getting my hair colored.

“What are you doing again?” she asked.
“Oh, I want to see how grey it is,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m turning FORTY! in June and I want to see how much grey I’ve earned.”
“That’s weird,” she said.
“I know.”

Also, I had to explain who Bonnie Raitt was. That one hurt.

And I have to say that I’m a little disappointed with the greyness. Not that it isn’t there, just that it’s hard to see. When I wear my hair normally, it looks like this:

But I pull it back and KAPOW! I’m an old lady. It’s kind of awesome. Not Bonnie Raitt awesome, but you know, I’m only almost FORTY!

5 Comments
  • Lori
    March 15, 2012

    I’m sorry you lost your hair girl, but you’re gonna have to do something about that gray. Forty is not the new 60.

    • Jodi
      March 15, 2012

      @Lori, Oh, I’ll get it colored before I turn 40. But right now I’m digging the grey.

  • Lori
    March 15, 2012

    And I mean that in a good-snarky way, not a mean-spirited, hurt-your-feelings way, just to clarify.

  • todd
    March 15, 2012

    Your hair is fine. At least you still have it.

    • Jodi
      March 15, 2012

      @todd, and I have a lot of it according to the hairstylist.

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