Well. The hair stayed. I knew it would for now….but never say never.
I went to my guy, slightly hungover, and he tossed me a brush and said ‘oh you’ll have to deal with that knotted mess.’ WHA?! No! So I told him about the blog and about my thinking it was time to just get rid of the whole thing.
‘Yeah. No.’ – was his response. ‘You want to go back to that bob? Not happening.’
So I said that I was thinking maybe the whole thing.
I got the Mckayla Maroney. Big time.
And he’s right of course. It’s taken me a long time to grow my hair out from the last time. I’m not quite ready to go there yet.
Instead, we went for this. A little reprieve from the dreadlocked, rats nest. So, until I wash it tomorrow, I can run my fingers all through my hair without fear of finding hidden rodents or lost utensils. I’ve been doing it non-stop.
We call it the Farrah. And I’ve decided that with one look Mark can boss me around more than my mother used to. And I listen.
my stylist would say that’s Victoria Secret hair! nice!!!
holy crap! your hair is so loooooong! you seriously need to swoon or something all day…beautiful!
Va Va Voom! Smoking hot…would have loved to see your face!! You should do an action video like a shampoo commerial!! Come on!! Love it…
That’s some beautiful Soap Opera hair you’ve got there, lady! I’m sure you’ve found ALL your hoarded barettes, now. 😉