Got up today, looked in the mirror and decided I couldn't go one more day without getting my hair cut. My hair is baby fine; there's lots of it, but it's the kind of hair that looks good up to the second when it....doesn't. Seems to happen in a flash, and there's nothing to do but head over to my magic worker, Sandy. She is every woman's BFF, the hair stylist who consistently turns my lank head of hair to fabulous in an hour. Happily for me, she had an opening this afternoon, so I grabbed it. She's off to do some extra training next week, so if I hadn't called today I probably wouldn't have had a chance until the end of the month.
I can't believe how much of a difference a good haircut makes to my appearance and to my mood. I went in feeling kind of dowdy and frumpy, came out feeling glamourous and fabulous..
Nice work, Sandy! You have magic in those there scissors.
This is so not a bad hair day.
I can't believe how much of a difference a good haircut makes to my appearance and to my mood. I went in feeling kind of dowdy and frumpy, came out feeling glamourous and fabulous..
Nice work, Sandy! You have magic in those there scissors.
This is so not a bad hair day.