There was a little girl who had a little curl... right in the middle of her forehead.

I have officially broken up with my blow dryer and my flat iron. Bye bye. Hasta.... or as the Italians say, basta (finished). One of my first tasks after getting on the island, after finding a decent place to get a pedicure, was finding a hair stylist. I asked the wives in Adam's squadron - no luck. They all just rolled their eyes and clucked about their bad haircuts at all the salons on the windward side. I pretty much knew I'd have to go downtown to Honolulu to find an acceptable stylist - but you always want to get a word of mouth recommendation. Except that I have no friends here... and all the females I work with wear their hair slicked back in buns so I can't tell which of them has good hair! I resolved to ask the first girl I saw whose hair I liked for a recommendation, which happened to be in line at the Navy Services Center while I was waiting on my ID card for work. The stylist, Katie, works at the W Salon in the Ala Moana Center. She took one look at my fro, listened to my sad tale about spending hours straightening my hair only to have it poofy by lunchtime, and told me to stop fighting my texture. She gave me a layered cut that actually ACCENTUATES my natural curls and body and sent me off with some curl enhancing hair products. I can actually let it air dry and it looks fantastic. The End.