Hair...

I have a long and bedevilled relationship with hairdressers. I was born with curly hair so for a long time I didn't need to roll it or do much with it at all which means that I am hopeless at fixin' my hair. I've had good hairdressers and I have had the absolute pits. The problem is I just can't rid myself of the bad ones. The one I went to before the current young lady was awful. I had this vision of myself as Meg Ryan and her vision was, apparently, Dale Evans. In addition, she looked sort of dirty and slovenly and had a vile temper. One day, she let slip that she didn't have very many regular customers and that the 6 she had, were her "bread and butter".....she would go to the poor house without us. That was it, I couldn't leave her although I pretty much loathed her. If her customers left her, she would call to find out why....I wimped out, couldn't face it and continued with her for 6 long years. Finally, she left to care for her disabled husband and I inherited Lisa. Lisa is a dear....she is about 40...dresses 20 and slutty...and my hair still is not the way I want it...stuck again. She is more Meg Ryanish though. Sometimes life is just not perfect, is it?