O'Hair My O'Hair

I'm very excited. I just got my hair cut in a bob! It's so fun to feel my hair bounce and touch my ears, face, and neck. Lightness, airiness. Even though I just moved to Frederick in August, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find The Hairdresser, I actually found her at my first appointment. Okay, so I didn't just find her like a needle in a haystack. Downtown Frederick has lots of nice hair salons and they measure up online with good reviews about their services. Even though my salon, as I now identify O'Hair, was not on some of the mainstream hair salon sites, it had some really good clues that it would be The Place. First of all, it was downtown, near Market Street on Church Street. Very classy location in downtown right next to a homemade soap store, and it is in a restored building that is, well, really cool. To add to that, it had Bumble and Bumble hair products, which are, well, the best hair products in my opinion. Not that I have done extensive objective research, but what girl has not tried a menagerie of hair care lines? Even a girl that doesn't have the words highlights, lowlights, and toners in her vocabulary probably has done a fair share of drug store surveying to find the right shampoo, conditioner, and hair gel combination to produce a style - even if it is the bed-head greasy look.

So if I could shout it from the rooftops (and not scare people), I would cock-a-doodle "O'Hair, Megan; O'Hair, Megan" with gusto. Obviously it can be harder to find just the right stylist, so I am very happy my search for the hair dresser did not actually lead me to Whitman-ia because my hair looked bad. And for that, I certainly have a little reason to celebrate.

O'Hair my O'Hair! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

I'll interject that the prize would be, of course, a perfect bob.