I always put off going to the hairdresser's. Not cause it's inconvenient, or even expensive. I just slack. I dunno why.
I think I last went about 6 months ago when Jamaal "graduated." Yikes. I was pretty nonchalant about it, not too worried. Plus my scalp is like, FREAKING OUT about the summer-fall weather change and is all flaky. Ew. Is that an overshare? Probably. But I hate to subject my sainted hairdresser to such grossness, though I am sure he sees it at least 10 times a day. Plus I go to a fru fru Newbury St. salon and try to only go there when 1. my hair looks good 2. my scalp is appropriately moisturized 3. I have on a cute outfit 4. I have on makeup.
Those are my not to be broken rules. Not bad considering I only go there two or three times a year.
Today I am breaking the rules. The hideousness must end. I am wearing my hair loose and curly today, and it flopped over to on shoulder, all dead animal like. As I looked down I noticed it is FULL of split ends. And not just like 'oh poor little overworked hair end, you are about to give!' These are like full on half-inch splits. Yikes! I had to bite the bullet.
I called and my hairdresser, cause he rocks, can fit me in in an hour and a half. Yup. I'm going to go there with my ugly outfit, no makeup, zit on bridge of nose (should I hide it with my glasses? oh, I'll have to take them off anyways, screw it) and no makeup. And dry scalp and busted hair. LOL. I hope he'll forgive me. And I hope there aren't any women in there with their fancy jeans and prada bags and gucci glasses to make me ashamed of my Vera Bradley owl wallet.
Oh who am I kidding? Of course those women will be there! Of course I will feel toolish! But I DO LIKE MY OWL WALLET. And I'll feel pretty when it's done. And I'll leave work early tomorrow and get a pedicure and feel highly satisfied with life. Yes. SEIZE THE DAY!
But for now, I have to spend the next hour talking about lymphoma (what I research; I have metioned this, yes? well there it is.)
Ok, off to work I go.