This weekend was all abou me. It was rainy and icky and I decided I hadn't had a all about me weekend in a long time. So nails done, which I do regularly anyway, bought some new shoes, colored my hair, had a massage and got a new "doo"
I love the guy who cuts my hair. The first time I walked into the salon, it was a step of faith when I sat down in the chair. My hair was longish, thick and just blah. When I started to tell him what I wanted he told me to be quiet, he knew what to do. I closed my eyes and 40 minutes later was so glad I let him have at it. About every 6 months or so he changes my look. Yesterday I told him it was time to change and then he actually let me tell him what I didn't want. we have a pact, he makes sure my cut is flattering and I don't have to take care of it other than regularly or irregulary as in my case, I get it trimmed up. This morning I washed, wrapped my hair in a towel for a few minutes, then bent over and fluffed it up. Thirty minutes later it is try and fantastic. Oh, he did fuss at me a little because I color my own hair, and Saturday afternoon when I got rid of the roots I wasn't so careful, so the skin around my face was stained a little purble at the hair line. He just frowned at me, I opened my eyes all big and then said, well it fades in a few days. He went and got some magic stuff so now I don't have a purple frame around my face.
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