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Hair Today, Goon Tomorrow

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I first met Mia, my most high esteemed hair stylist, when I was three months pregnant with Toots. My hair — normally a nest for rats on even the best days — was a ball of frizz and tangles. My face looked like zit pizza, and my stomach wanted to throw up all the time. I was in a bad way.

 

Then there was the fact that six months earlier, I followed a stripper named “Dreamy” into a karaoke bar bathroom and asked who did her hair. I politely inquired about her nose ring first, to ease into the conversation and assuage her panic about being trailed into a one-stall bathroom, but I was really just interested in her hair. It looked strippery, sure, but classy strippery.

 

Dreamy gave me the name of her stylist (surprisingly not located in Vegas) and it took me a good many months to finally call, which I eventually did, making an appointment with “Mia,” desperately hoping for less hideous preggo hair. The best part of the first three months of my pukey pregnancy just might be that I’d sport some stripper hair. I really didn’t have anything to lose.

 

I entered the salon a few days later and Mia greeted me with open arms. Why she was not stylist-to-the-strippers looking at all! She was cherubic! And young! With zero piercings and no tan! Things were looking up.

 

I emerged from the salon on La Jolla’s Girard Avenue an hour or two later, feeling refreshed and less like a barn mule. My nausea had subsided and I thought maybe I could reclaim my femininity, having lost it a few weeks prior in an especially robust mastication of a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. My hair bounced, it lay flat, it did not look inviting to rodents. Mia saved the day!

 

All this is to say that Mia changed my outlook in those tough early days of feeling physically awful. A few good haircuts and a woman really feels rejuvenated, you know? Whatever she did to my hair, worked. I could dry it in 12 seconds and it looked bouncy and styley. Never cowlicky, never dorky, never barn horsey. I loved Mia and her magic shears.

 

I stayed with Mia right on through my second pregnancy, where she worked her secret wonders to impart hairstyles that did not suck. I thought I found my holy hair grail. I thought I’d been saved from the unfortunate perms of sixth grade and the “Auburn Summer of ’97” that nearly fried my blonde hay hair clear off my dopey scalp.

 

Then. THEN. One day I received a voice mail from Mia. She was leaving the salon where I met her. She was going somewhere else. Somewhere close, never fear! But leaving just the same and so she carefully said the digits to the number of the new salon. I didn’t write it down or anything because planning ahead ain’t how I roll — but I kept the voice mail on my phone to refer to later.

 

Until I got a new phone, forgetting all about my old phone and the errant voice mails left on it.

 

I’d lost Mia forever.

 

Oh sure I called the old salon, but they never give out numbers for stylists who leave. I pretended to be UPS, Bed Bath and Beyond, the U.S. Government, some guy, and Ryan Seacrest, but each and every time, my efforts to get Mia’s new number were rebuffed. Afterward, I languished in years of bad hair. Once again, the rats came to roost. I let myself go. I wore many sweatpants.

 

Which brings me to Christmas Eve 2010. Wearing some amalgamation of pajamas and Garanimals, I entered my local Vons to pick up a few groceries. I didn’t bother in the least to make myself even remotely presentable. My eyeglasses were smudged, my lipstick was on my teeth, I smelled like Lil’ Smokies. I dragged my kids with me, looking beleaguered and Courtney-Love-like. I saw some cute young mom with two cute young kids in the cheese aisle and thought “whatever.” I began to scurry away from the cute mom so I looked less like Keith Richards in comparison, when a dim thought took hold in my addled brain.

 

That’s Mia.

Is that Mia?

That’s Mia.

 

Despite every inner conviction that I looked like a hobo, I approached the woman with glossy hair, unlined skin, and toned everything. “Mia?” I asked hesitantly. I mean, it’d been years. She probably wouldn’t remember me. And sure enough she looked at me like one might look at Gary Busey if he escaped from rehab.

 

I could tell she was hatching a cheese-aisle-escape-plan.

Then: “Yes?”

 

At which point I threw myself at her feet (clad in adorable flats below perfectly-fitting skinny jeans) and cried out my story.

“I’ve been looking for you since 2005 —”

“My phone —”

“Couldn’t find you and tried to –-”

“I even called pretending you made American Idol and they —”

 

She shushed me, soothing me with promises of follicular salvation.

“Here’s my number,” she said, handing me a card. “Call me.”

 

I have it here someplace…

 

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  1. becky says

    March 2, 2011 at 10:35 am

    You make ME want Mia’s number. I totally need a hair cut. BADLY needed.

    Reply
  2. green girl in wisconsin says

    March 2, 2011 at 11:41 am

    CALL HER!

    Reply
  3. Nancy Beck says

    March 2, 2011 at 6:34 pm

    Wow, isn’t that something?

    Happened to me recently.

    I started a long-term temp job in October (still at it, though I’d like a PERM job). I figured I’d never see any of my old friends at my former job.

    Fast forward to December.

    I went down to lunch pretty late. On my way into the lunch room, I did a double take; so did another woman.

    Gale?

    Gale.

    And then I found out another AA worked there, something I’d forgotten about.

    Although I’ve gotten together with the AA from time to time, I still haven’t had lunch with Gale as yet. Too busy.

    But it was soooo nice to find a well-known, friendly face. :-)

    Reply
  4. Ginger says

    March 2, 2011 at 7:44 pm

    Haha, usually I’m trying to HIDE from stylists! Lucky that you found one you love. Well, only lucky if you can re-find that number. :)

    Reply
  5. Cactus Petunia says

    March 2, 2011 at 7:46 pm

    I would follow my hairstylist to New Zealand if I had to!
    Do not lose Mia’s number.

    Reply
  6. Morgan B. says

    March 3, 2011 at 1:56 pm

    Oh the horror! I would mourn the loss of my hairstylist for the rest of my life. I’m thinking of installing a tracking device on her ankle.

    Reply
  7. Miss Ash says

    March 3, 2011 at 2:41 pm

    looooved this!

    Reply
  8. Mama Mary says

    March 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm

    So glad you found MIa! I remember that story from our night of walking the streets of Hillcrest at midnight. In fact I was just there today at my hairdressers getting my hair did and I was thinking about that night. Coinkydink! Go find that damn card!

    Reply
  9. jessica says

    March 5, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    oh we really do live parallel lives.

    Reply
  10. Ferd says

    March 5, 2011 at 6:39 pm

    SEE!?
    You did it again!
    THIS is why I love you so!!
    (The Rock, if you’re reading this, it’s just eLove. No worries. It’s just that your wife is my favorite writer of all times!)

    Reply
  11. Cheryl @ Mommypants says

    March 5, 2011 at 9:46 pm

    HYSTERICAL!

    I’m so glad you found your Mia.

    Also, this is why you should listen to Stacy and Clinton and NEVER go to the grocery store in your pjs. You never know who you might meet!

    Reply
  12. Judy says

    March 7, 2011 at 7:46 am

    Finding the right hairstylist is like finding “the one”. Now if I could manage to afford my “one” more than twice a year…. But as I tell her at least I don’t cheat on you with Super Cuts inbetween the times I can see you.

    Reply
  13. Lady Jennie says

    March 8, 2011 at 5:20 am

    I need Mia!!!!! I used to have such a great hair dresser in NY but I can’t find a good one to save my life here. :-(

    Reply
  14. Laural Out Loud says

    March 10, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    My amazing hairstylist went to London for some trainging and started charging an arm and a leg, which I wanted to keep. By the time I realized I’d give BOTH arms and legs for her to keep cutting my hair, she’d disappeared and of course the salon was very tight lipped as to where. It’s been one of my greatest regrets! And so far I haven’t found anyone who can remotely compare. You are SO LUCKY!

    Reply
  15. Jessica says

    March 21, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    You are making me miss my Jaime. There has never been another. If only my kids weren’t allergic to dairy I could spend more time in the cheese aisle.

    Reply
  16. San Diego Momma says

    March 4, 2011 at 2:06 pm

    Thanks Baby Gizmo/Morgan!

    Reply

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