This morning, my hair was very long, going halfway down my back, and it was a blah, nondescript blonde colour. It was very dry and damaged, and my split ends had split ends which had split ends.
Step 1: have my stylist indiscriminately hack off eight or nine inches of hair
Step 2: colour process
Step 3: get a *fantastic* scalp massage from the talented young lady shampooing the colour out
Step 4: spend about 45 minutes sitting there while my stylist works very carefully to ensure a high, straight bob.
Step 5: swing head wildly about because I am free of about 11 inches of hair.
By noon, it was bobbed and deep, dark brown. Unfortunately, I couldn't donate the hair this time because it was so damaged, it wouldn't be good for anything, unless wig makers are developing bad hair day wigs.
I really need to remember to take some time and money and take care of myself. I can't believe I was walking around with fucked-up bad hair for so long.
Remember to take care of yourself...
...Wish you were here.
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