Yep, that’s right, I said “huzzies.”

For me, at least, the term Huzzie isn’t derogatory. It is a term of endearment. I truly mean that and have no qualms in saying that. Don’t waste your time looking at the WEBSTER Dictionary webpage or googling the term, my definition simply isn’t there. To aide you in our walk today, here is my definition of Huzzie. Not to be confused with the mischievous and often immoral person a/k/a “Hussy.”

Huzzie: noun, informal, a term of endearment.

Refers to an individual, often a female but not always so, that exhibits a strong sense of confidence and assuredness, love, compassion, power, strength, and commitment to making ones’ day a little better. They welcome you into their space and share it with happiness and love. They are usually positive but may experience personal chaos or tragedy, turmoil, or internal angst, just as anyone else may. If so, they do so with a sense of grace and dignity.

In addition, the Huzzie is prone to loving with all their heart. They are fully devoted and often give 150% of themselves (or more) to a relationship when the other individual gives much less. They truly want to see you happy. To continue, they are tactile in nature, preferring to HUG with the best and most powerful embrace. Their hug can be healing and is always exactly what the Therapist ordered.

They sound like wonderful Folx, don’t you agree? Now that you’ve been given a primer on the term, it’s likely you know a few Huzzies in your life. They can be Hair Huzzies, Car Huzzies, Bakery Huzzies, or any sort of Huzzie. The term works in almost any setting.

For me, my Hair Huzzies are a part of my TRIBE. They add color (Ash Grey: equal parts 9T, 9P, and 8NA) and vibrance to my life. I see them about every two weeks. More often if I need an emotional reset. Does anyone else see their hair stylist just so they can talk through their life struggles? Is this only me? They always welcome me with open arms. Soon afterwards, hugs ensue and then we get down to business. To be honest, the business ISN’T only about cutting my hair. The business is about catching up on one another’s lives, talking about what’s happening with them and their children (fur babies are children too), and giving each other some much needed (but often hard to hear) advice. Emotionally speaking, we try to take care of each other. My hour at the shop is one of the most fulfilling times I have ever experienced. In the past we’ve laughed and cried, often. Relationship fails are always on the top of our talking points. We like to be in love and Love to share it when we are. BUT as the saying goes, Hell hath no fury if a Hair Huzzie (or me) is mistreated. When that happens, we’ve been known to plot to make sure “he” gets precisely what’s coming to “him.” Yes, there is ALWAYS a “he” and we don’t like it when “he” is unkind to any of us or our Kin. Now don’t get me wrong, we aren’t the physical type, you know those Folx. They might put sugar in your gas tank, steal and dispatch your pet rabbit, let the air out of your tires, call the animal control people to come get your dog, or make an anonymous call to the Public Health Dept. saying that the specific offender a/k/a “he” is spreading the plague or some sort of horrible illness such as unrelenting projectile volcanic diarrhea. YUCK!!!!! That’s not us. We are more the type of Folx that talk smack and promise that if “he” ever does that bad thing again, we might just call “Great Uncle Bubba” from the other side of the Pea River Bridge to come over to “talk” to “him.” Great Uncle Bubba is known to be a great communicator. We’re mostly harmless. So, as you can see, Hair Huzzies are a lot like a very protective Sister. I have one of those as well. I love them deeply.

Now, to the nitty gritty of todays’ post. The most wonderful thing is that our meet ups happen about every two weeks. It’s somewhat like a sorority house party, but you catch up on the latest gossip and you get a clean and tight new hairstyle afterwards. No, alcohol is never involved, at least not there. We try to keep our language to a PG setting. Young ears nearby should never hear some of the things we talk about. We talk a lot, and we get things done. Sometimes just talking through an issue makes it a little bit better. Isn’t that cathartic????? Everyone needs a “Huzzie” in their life. Go get you one, if you can.

Best of all, we’re always on the lookout for the PERFECT Man, for me and for them. We tag each other on social media posts and always agree that we have THE perfect Man for one another. You see, Hair Huzzies want you to be loved, and they want to be loved too. As a reminder, my Hair Huzzies are supposed to be posting on social media that I am the PERFECT husband type when we make social media posts. Looking at you, Hair Huzzies!!!!! You Ladies are falling back on our agreement. Do better…. I’m just going to LOL here…

So, as you continue on this journey of life we share, find someone to be your Huzzie. If you are fortunate to be in the presence of GREATNESS a/k/a a group of well-seasoned Hair Huzzies, it may just look like that scene from the movie “Steel Magnolias” you know the one. Sally, Dolly, Shirley, Darryl, Olympia, and Julia, sitting in the shop solving all the problems of the world, sharing a little tidbit about a few of the most infamous town folks, talking about man troubles and how to train them right…. Have mercy, Southern Ladies do know how to talk smack. If you find a Huzzie to adopt, or be adopted by, then you should consider yourself fortunate. Find or be a Huzzie, either way, it’s going to be a fantastic journey.

Thanks to all my Hair Huzzies for your ever-present wisdom, compassion and unending love and support. You are sweet and smart and a little crazy, but in a good way. You make my life a little better. My hair is looking a little disheveled, it’s probably time to come to see you all. You are my ROCKSTARS.

See you soon. Love, JFTS.