Better Late than NeverŠ

Julie Child autograph

You might say that the early 90‘s were a “bad patch” for me. Without going into mind-numbing detail (not because I have a book deal, simply because I want to protect the innocent) here’s the highlight reel: I had recently divorced, walked away with nothing but debt, been struck by a freak illness resulting in emergency surgery, my job was in jeopardy, and I was in love with a guy who was going through his own “bad patch.” Oh yeah, somewhere in there, my car was totaled when a distracted driver blew through a stop sign and hit me head-on. Not exactly “winning!”

There were some bright spots though. One of which I wasn’t even THERE for, but which I’ve cherished for the better part of two decades.

Said Boyfriend was in LA on business and needed a haircut. This was back-in-the-day when expense accounts were obnoxious. Christophe was a rising star in the hair/salon world, so naturally, that’s where Boyfriend booked an appointment. He shows up at the appointed time, and waits. And waits some more. Finally, Christophe himself seeks him out to apologize — he’s got this client that’s taking longer than expected… would Boyfriend like to see another stylist, or will he wait just a little longer? Had Mr. Hollywood-Hair not divulged who said client was, I’m sure there’d be no story.

However, he let it slip that the dame in his chair was, in fact, Julia Child.

A deal was struck, and the result has graced my kitchen counters in Omaha, Toronto and Minneapolis ever since.


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