I'm not a girly girl.
I don't wear makeup. I don't spend 30 minutes fixing my hair every morning. I own 1 dress and the last time it was worn was 18 months ago.
So, the fact that I have begun to obsess over the state of my hair has got me in a real funk. As I showed you here, I decided to go with some color around Thanksgiving and now, well, I'm in "transition" mode. And I don't like it. The color is growing out, my roots are awful and the cut could best be described as "shaggy dog-ish". It doesn't look good.
For the past 3 weeks, I've been lamenting about how I can't afford to go see my former hairdresser. You know, the guy I could always depend on to tell me the truth and not send me out the door looking like a circus freak.
And then yesterday, the clouds parted, the rays shone down upon my mailbox and out popped an "I Miss You" postcard from my beloved hairdresser, with a sweet coupon that puts him into my price range again. Hallelujah!
And yes, Marty, I'll be calling you today to make an appointment. Oh, how I've missed you too.
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