I have always been fairly particular about my hair. This is not to say that I have not had my share of bad haircuts and let's be honest, bad hair colors...most notably grades 8th-10th. (Thank you again Marisa for experimenting with "sun-kissed highlights" and learning that Hydrogen Peroxide is not the same stuff the professionals use. Ouch!)
No, I will not post pictures...
Since we moved to Colorado, I have had two bad haircuts and two bad hair colors. It is not too obvious to other people, but something has just been wrong and I am going crazy. I don't feel myself and in an attempt to stop obsessing, I am dealing with it and trying to tell myself no one else can see what I am freaking out about.
Well this morning, Sophie drew this picture of me.... Her finishing touch was a nice red halo around my head. I asked her what that was and she quickly responded, "It's your hair mommy. It's black and red."
It goes without saying that I just returned from the salon and although it is not perfect, at least the red halo is gone. Thank you Sophie!!