Last week I literally spent the day at the salon and it was pure bliss. I left and instructed Aaron to not call me unless there was a HUGE emergency.
I started with a one hour massage that was oh so lovely. Then I spent some time shopping in the boutique (I had a $50 gift card), and then I was whisked off to get my new style. It was so fun. I am not a hair person. I am not someone that stresses over their hair. Most days I don’t even remember to brush it. I always tell stylist to do what they want b/c I know it will grow back and I’m not attached to whatever it did look like.
Here was the start before I left:
Do you see the nastiness that I was dealing with! It was long and stringy and I never fixed it. Most days you would find it looking like this:
Of course I forgot to take a picture of the new style after she cut it, but I snapped a pic on my phone yesterday while getting ready and this is what we’re dealing with now:
She put some color on it, but I instructed her to do nothing that would require me to be back anytime before a year. I am not good at keeping up with highlights and color. I do not have time!
So, we’ve been here two years and I’ve had two hair cuts. I guess I’ll be getting my next one in a year! That’s how I roll.