. . . 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!
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8 comments:
oh yeah...I like it!!!
you are gorgeous, babe...
Nice hair! Good for you for having the guts to ask. There's nothing like a great hairdresser!
I gotta say Allison - you have more confidence bringing sexy back than all the women I know. Most can't even say those words. Maybe it just sucks to be 43 is all. Nice hair!
Sheesh! You look too hot to be a Mama!
Wow! Someones puurrrty!
And I miss Henry bad. the purrr made me think of that!
Your hair is freaking amazing! I might take a picture of YOU to my hairdresser. :)
I love it! Color and cut! whrittt whroooo!
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