Say Hello to my New Friend, Bob!

Yet another benefit of moving back to the Island–I can go back to my favorite hair stylist in the world.

She’s a miracle worker, who has never lost a battle with my frizzy, wicked witch-like hair.  She gets bonus points for working in a salon that’s in a grand historical house.  (I feel like the lady of the manor every time I turn up for an appointment.)

This time I was ready for a change.

“I want a bob,” I announced as soon as my bottom hit the chair.

“That’s quite a bit shorter,” she replied,  demonstrating a cut a few inches along a strand of wiry hair.  “It would be a great length on you, but it’s going to be a change.  Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!”  I nodded.

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Post cut and wash, I got a good look at my hair.

“Eek!”  I squealed.  “It’s so short!”

“You said you wanted a bob!” she squealed, a look of panic on her face.  “It’s not really that short.  Look, you still can still put it in a ponytail.”

A few deep breaths later, I was in a better head space (and over the initial shock of losing a few inches.)

“You know, I think I might want to go even shorter,” I announced.

“Why don’t you just get used to this length first,” my wise stylist suggested.

Stranger Things 2

007So…Stranger Things 2.

I just finished episode 9, and I liked what I saw.  (Disclosure:  There may have been wine and binge-watching involved.)

Stranger Things 2 was spooky and eerie with a compelling storyline and likeable characters.  I liked the way the main characters had all evolved as a result of their experiences in season one.

Here are my top three takeaways from Stranger Things 2:

  1. Barb’s parents do care!!!  Yay!  It took a while, but the Stranger Things writers finally acknowledged that even unpopular, chubby, frizzy-haired, glasses-wearing teenagers are worthy of love.
  2. So very glad Dustin’s mom had a pet cat, not a Chihuahua.  Enough said.
  3. Boring Bob, who works at Radio Shack and was bullied as a child, is a good man to have around in an emergency.  Joyce, who by the way wins my vote for best fictional mom of the century, intuitively knows not to judge a book by its cover.  She understands that a fancy uniform, worn with a chest full of medals and a pompous attitude is no guarantee of character traits like honesty, integrity and courage.  Sometimes that heart of gold beats beneath an acrylic sweater or a clip-on tie.  Joyce is a wise woman.

Spoiler alert:  R.I.P. Bob.