Today, for the first time in my life, I died my hair from a box. And I’m disappointed because it really doesn’t look that different… But, this was funny: my husband was helping me blow-dry my hair afterwards, and as he was *fabulously* combing it, he announced, “Yeah, you need a hair cut. This is outrageous.”
I nearly fell over.
My husband? Making beauty recommendations to me?
Oh, dear, that must really mean I need a hair cut.
He went on to say, “Why don’t you make an appointment this weekend or next week? But I want you to go to the best place - find something in Denver. I don’t mind shelling out extra money because I want you to look amazing.”
Which means, I’m gonna be having myself a little spa day next week.
WIN.
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