. . . with my new hairdresser, Emilie!
Are you ever out somewhere and you see someone's hair and you think "DAMN! What a great cut and color! I wonder who does her hair?"
But you don't ask, because, you know you'll feel like a dork, especially when you haven't had a haircut in five months, you've been coloring it on your own, and you're roots are longer than your arm?
Well, I saw this complete stranger, a waitress at a local breakfast joint with tattooed sleeves, funky Converse sneakers and the most TO-DIE-FOR color I have ever seen. (I later found out her name was Katie.)
Yup. I asked her. She wrote down Emilie's name and number on the back of a wait slip and BOY AM I GLAD.
Thanks girl. YOU ROCK. And, you are making this sleep deprived Mama feel like she's bringin' SEXY back!