Yes, I look different - a new city so . . . a new salon, new style, new look. I finally had to make the plunge and let someone other than Julie touch my hair. I just couldn't afford another trip to Utah, especially since we've had three since August! So I went to the only real American style salon in Doha (not one of the "saloons" but a real salon), paid way too much money, and let two total strangers have their way with me, my hair that is. Niki, who has spent 18 years as a stylist in New York, did the color highlights. When I started to tell her what I wanted with the cut, she called in reinforcements. Maybe it was the VERY SPECIFIC instructions I was giving her, or maybe it was how massively thick she realized my hair is when she started handling it. Either way, she asked Linda, who just arrived in Doha from Scotland four days ago, to do the cut. Note to Julie: you listen WAY better than these two did, and now I appreciate you even more than I did before.
I don't know about this. It is a little too straight for me right now. Brett says he LOVES it . . . . . probably because I look like a new woman . . . . . maybe someone named Wendy he was dreaming deeply about last night . . . . enough to speak her name OUT LOUD!!! (He says he was saying "windy" but I was not asleep like he was, and unless he was naming a hurricane "Wendy" there is no chance that wind was the topic of his dream). Well, that's a whole other issue. Abbey says she kind of likes the new look, and the only reason she doesn't love it is just because she doesn't recognize me - yes those are the words she used, and it's probably because she has not seen her mom in any other style her WHOLE life. Now you can see that change is not my best thing.
The real test will be when I actually have to style this myself. You won't want to be around that morning. It can get ugly, and I don't mean the hair. I hate when my routine is changed and don't mind throwing a brush or two in frustration when my hair doesn't cooperate. I will have to take a picture of the "after" so you can see how inept I am at giving my hair the "salon look."
Anyway, my hair is the one thing I am pretty irrational about. I spend way too much money and time on it, even though I'm a very practical, no nonsense penny pincher most of the time. I can't explain it. I can only apologize and allow myself this indulgence. What is the one thing in your life that makes you forget your bank account balance, your time limitations, or your maturity level? I want to know . . . . just so I can feel better about being hair obsessed.