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May 25, 2009

There comes a time in every girl’s life where you have to get your hair done, no matter what the price.  Well, I paid the price.  It could always be worse, but this is a dooser.    I called my normal salon and her first available appointment was three weeks away…What?!?!?  Since I have a pretty flexible schedule, I have never waited longer than one week.  I have a number of events coming up very soon and I can not have roots, which are easy to accumulate now that my hair grows at the rate rabbits proliferate.  I skimmed the yellow pages for salons–you can imagine–there were tons of options.  Not.  I picked what I deemed the best of the worse and took the plunge.  While the woman who did my hair was very nice, I could tell early on that I was getting skunked…aka..small town hair.  You know what I am taking about ..if not, see Exhibit A below.


Exibit A

Exibit A

 Don’t act like you haven’t noticed it on other women.  The wayyyy too much contrast between your high lights and your low lights.  It is like a rite of passage when you are from a small town.  So instead of small town hair, I just call it being skunked.  It is like these people think it is okay to stripe your hair.  Has anyone ever heard of the natural look?  Sigh.  But alas, all is not lost.  I will just make an appointment at my normal salon at the end of the month and get it corrected.  Now all I need are feathered bangs and I will fit right in!

One Comment leave one →
  1. Cheryl permalink
    May 31, 2009 8:33 pm

    Should we call you “flower?”

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