It happened on Tuesday evening – if you missed it, well, I’m so sorry, because, gosh knows when it will happen again. Sort of like a leap year or a total eclipse of the Sun, but when PERFECT HAIR DAY does happen, why it’s phenomenal.

There I sat at the Mexican place downing tacos and tamales with perfect hair – trying to think up my next stop to show it off. Hated to waste this gorgeous head of hair just on tacos. Hmm, not much happening on a Tuesday night around town so just for the heck of it I drove over to Wal-Mart, then around to the Dollar General (all three locations), next it was to Winn Dixie and finally a stop to the bowling alley, and before I was ready, the PERFECT HAIR DAY was all over. The next time, if there is a next time, I plan to have my PERFECT HAIR DAY on a weekend.

I do this for all of the people, the hair needy people. I’m thinking there will be more exposure on the weekends for “my public” to enjoy, admire, and uphold the majesty of perfect hair, and I’ll take time for questions from the squirrelly haired ones, the cow-licked ones, or the got-my-finger-stuck-in-the-power-socket ones. Oh, they’re all out there; bad hair-dos just waiting and hoping for help. I shall deliver my advice of how to slick it up and puff it out, to brush and tease and so much more, but I won’t entirely give out all of the perfect hair secrets, not yet anyway.

I haven’t arrived to this moment in my life without many difficult and creative endeavors with the hair-dos of the century. I made it through the 1960’s sleek and bouffant styles inspired by Jackie O., and the curly bubble, like teen star, Sandra Dee, the 1970’s Afro style, and the Shag – then it was off to the 80’s with long straight locks and into the 90’s with the wedge cut, with bangs, or without bangs, whatever, and the cut up over the ear. However my nerve did not allow me to try out the super short cuts. I have always known that I need hair on my head – please.

And the Toni Waves that my momma administered to my innocent ultra straight hair – talk about agony. The skunk smell stayed with me for weeks and weeks, but I had mighty fine do-do curls just like little Shirley Temple. I wasn’t a Shirley, not then and not now.

All along my hair pathway, I have permed, bleached, frosted, highlighted, and foiled – the whole gambit! I’ve learned that all who want curls have the straightest of the straight and the ones yearning for the straight locks, well of course, they have the spastic curly curls. Go figure!

It goes like this: Week 1: Cut and style. Week 2: color and style. Week 3: perm or straighten, your preference. Now watch, it’s a-coming, it’s on the way. PERFECT HAIR DAY! PERFECT HAIR DAY! Now look for something great to do with the maximum of participants to admire your perfect hair, because if you stutter, if you stammer, if you shuffle your feet, if you stump your toe, and if you hesitate in any way, well you know, PERFECT HAIR DAY waits for no woman. Be there and be hair-do prepared!