Anyway, due to the fact that I hadn't been to a salon since the 6 hour beauty school debacle, which was like 5 months ago, I saw 2" of my crowning glory hit the floor. My grandma used to call it that. Here is a fatbook page I did about the origin of my "artyness".
That's Grandma and I in the heart. She started it!!! The Fat Book was for Art and Soul. In the spirit of continuity I'll show you the back:
Anyhoo, back to the all important topic: HAIR. Sat am Sam and I drove to the salon minutes away. Guess what I discovered on the way. My Favorite Antique Store is Gone. The building is empty and forlorn looking. I felt like I got kicked in the gut. I spent a lot of hours there, sitting on the floor, looking through old books and photos. I spent the occasional $50 there, but never more than that. I guess no one else did either. I will miss them. A LOT.
Anyhoo, for the second time, back to HAIR: So we arrive at the salon. I begin to be highlighted. Sam is so nervous about cutting off all her hair, she said "I feel like I am going to projectile vomit all over the stylist." I kid you not. This is my Honors English girl.
Here are her Before shots:
Oh and mine looks good, too. Shorter but healthier and now the top matches the bottom!