Saturday, March 25, 2006

Beauty

So, my hair is actually not bad. The stylist asked if I wanted more highlights or less when she redid it. My reply: Whatever, go nuts! So it's a bit blonder than I imagined. After 20 years as a brunette, I was in a mild state of shock for the first day. The husband who made the unfortunate "different" comment has clarified that it was actually seeing my hair blow-dried straight (what is it about stylists that compels them to do that?) that looked odd to him. He likes the blond. I like it too, now that I'm getting used to it.

And I LOVE my eyebrows. Much more Angelina Jolie and less Brooke Shields. But after the first rrrrip, the waxer (facialist?) asked me if it hurt. I thought she was just being concerned and caring. Turns out she was asking if I had botox and was totally numb from the nose up. Cause after I blinked back the tears and said, "I'm fine" she stopped being careful. OUCH! Next time, honesty.

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