For the past month or so I have been feeling especially shabby in the hair department. You see, I am trying to grow my hair out enough so that I can at least (hopefully) pull it back into a pony tail for my birth in May, while at the same time it has needed to at least be styled so that it didn't look horrendous in the growing-out process! Plus, the editor of the new blog I am on the writing team for (5minutesforgoinggreen.com) requested that I send in a photo to go with my bio. Well, there was NO WAY I was going to send in a photo with what my hair was currently looking like ("a brown football helmet!" All you Steel Magnolia fans will know what I am referring to!).
So, this week I finally made an appointment with a new stylist that I had heard great things about and was all scheduled to head over there at noon today. Well, yesterday afternoon I received a phone call letting me know that due to very unfortunate circumstances, my stylist was having to cancel all her appointments and won't be back to work for quite some time. Now, my heart went out to her and what she is going through, but I quickly found myself to be pregnant, desperate for a hair cut and sobbing! I simply could not go one more day without getting this mess on my head fixed!
After a round of phone calls to other salons I realized that there was no way I was going to get an appointment within the next twenty-four hours, so I made the decision to head to the mall! Risky and bold, but I had no other choice! I was simply going to loose my mind and refuse to go out in public for quite a while if my hair was not cut immediately!
As fortune would have it (finally), my parents happened to be working last night in the shop they own in our downtown mall (Labor of Love Creations- you should check it out!), and they weren't very busy. So, I headed to the mall where I met my mom (my best friend and ultimate shopping buddy), who left my dad to man the store while we made our way to the couple of salons in the mall, spying through the windows to see if any of the stylists looked decent. We decided that one of them did, indeed look sane and experienced, so I made an appointment for 7:45.
With just about an hour to kill we thought we might as well head over to Nordstroms and have my make-up done as well. I mean, why not go for the full pampering as long as we had the time? And hey, I needed to take a picture for my bio anyway, right?! It was perfect- the make-up artist was actually good and knew what she was doing, she was using a mineral make-up line (which is of course of utter importance to me), and I was able to feel like a new woman when I walked away- well... almost anyway!
There was still the matter of the hair. As it turned out, our judgement was correct and the stylist really did know what she was doing! She didn't take off too much length, just like I asked, but did make me feel human again, for which I am oh, so grateful! And here are the results (and yes, my new bio-pic as well!):