Monday, January 6, 2014
My hairdressers sink exploded!
Just in case some of you were wondering why I was flaunting my grey roots, no its not my new fashion statement, it is not laziness, it is just timing. In the Russian community they are very frank and my mother in laws friend asked me if I knew I needed color. God Bless my father he is 75 today, and over Skype he asked me when am I getting my hair done.
I guess in a world where everyone knows us through our polished pictures, when we look different in person, or are not the same cookie cutter everyday, it throws people off.
So here is the whole story, I have to color every three weeks, Thank God I am so healthy, my hair grows super fast. I had planed to color the day before New Year's Eve and my hairdresser told me her sink exploded, her handyman was on holiday vacation, and she would keep me posted.
On Friday you will see me looking twenty years old again with fabulous hair. How come when I try to straighten it myself it never turns out as good? My hairdresser also tells me that my hair is super dry and that to color it more often would make it break, So I decided why not way a week before I go out of town, and have nice hair for the weekend, and keep it healthy and nice as much as I can.
No I didn't want to get a box from the drug store.
No I didn't want to get a spray cover.
No I didn't want to get a mascara like color to put into the roots.
Do I love to look my best? YES
However I feel blessed to be in a community of moms who understand that sometimes you don't get to take care of mama. Although many of the moms cover their hair and look fabulous all the time, God Bless them for their effort.
When I win the lottery, I will have a team that pampers me, because I really enjoy being pampered. I enjoy getting my hair professionally done, getting my hair washed, and getting a good therapy talk in with my amazing hairdresser that I have been going to for almost 10 years.
I love being serviced,
Coach Yulia
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