Here I am, amused by my locks.
Things were going well at this point.
Three hours later I left the salon and burst into tears in the comfort of my minivan.
A cup of coffee.
A good read.
Hanging with a fun girl.
I do this twice a year.
It's a little red.
Rainbow Brite streaks.
I think it will be ok in a few days.
I'm getting it fixed on Monday.
My usual girl wasn't there.
I should have waited.
But today was wide open.
So...I took my chance with a new girl.
Basic clean it up hair cut.
Said it three times.
Tried to be patient.
Finally said, please stop cutting.
I've never said those three words before.
In the ten years I've visited this place it's always been a great experience.
Not about the color...
just the cut.
The side tucked behind my shoulder is that way for a reason.
It's pretty lopsided.
I pointed it out several times.
It kept getting worse.
One hour and twenty minutes sitting in the chair.
That wasn't including the color, or the shampoo.
She even left me there for a bit.
Not sure where she wandered off to!
So...we'll see what Monday brings.
Tomorrow is our family picture.
I'll either wear a hat or push it over my shoulder.
Oh well, it's only hair.
Feel better now that I've shared about my day....
The 80's are coming around again.
Maybe Rainbow Brite is really in.