My mom and I got our hair done in stages between each other.
I actually really enjoy doing it this way because we rarely get to hang out together. My hairdresser (who is my boss's wife; her salon is literally three feet from my desk) reminds me of my mom in a lot of ways. She's not as anxiety prone as we are, but the way she interacts with her kids is definitely reminiscent of the way my parents were with us when we were teenagers. It's a fine line between friendship and role model.
It took over three hours to finish my hair. Part of the reason for this is that my mom had to be rinsed before my rollers were finished. I also forgot to ask if she could wax my eyebrows until closer to the end of my appointment instead of the beginning.
It was kind of a pamper day, I guess.
That, and I really don't have time to mess around with my eyebrows. Waxing is way easier. Though, not something I would necessarily choose to do to myself. I get really nervous about my eyebrows.
By 8:15 PM, I was tired and hungry. But my hair was done. And I was in love with it.
The only downside is that I can't wash it until tomorrow morning.
I'm one of those terrible women who washes her hair every morning. If I don't, I can feel the oils in it and I am not a fan.
I haven't washed it since Monday. I feel nasty.
Since you asked so nicely, I took a couple pictures.
I hope you like it as much as I do. If you don't, you can just keep your damn mouth shut because I don't really care what you have to say.
Or am I?