I have been dissatisfied with my hairdresser. Tired of hearing my complaints, The Boy convinced me to try his stylist.
Verdict? She’s great.
I really loved the cut that she gave me. Apparently, everyone else really loved the cut that she gave me as well.
Everywhere I’ve gone over the last month, people have complimented me on my hair. I mean, everywhere. Church, work, networking events, client meetings, the grocery store…it’s crazy.
I told The Boy that I’m starting to expect compliments and, in a major case of childhood excessive hair compliments flashback, am prepared to ask for them if they aren’t forthcoming:
Aren’t you going to say something
about my pretty red hair?
Well, aren't you going to post a picture of your "do" so you can get compliments from afar, too?
Oh, this is so you, Shannah. 🙂 Love you!
I posted it on my Facebook. 😉
Love you too, Mel…at least I'm predictable after all of these years.