Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


The colors of the wind

My hair color changes with my stylist's whims, I think. I went to get my hair done today and I've just been having him keep it close to my natural brown to cover up the grey hairs that started sprouting when I was going through my divorce.

Well, today, he said to me "We did some highlights last time, right?" Ok, yeah, a few VERY small ones. "Oh, good."

So, he is painting my hair and I'm thinking, hmm, that doesn't look so brown, but more blonde.

As he is preparing me to leave, he annoucnes "I think your color is going to look great today."


So, now I'm borderline brunette/blonde again. Not as blonde as I got before. I do agree with him, I like it. I think Army of Dad will, too. He LOVES blondes. My mother likes my hair better blonde, too. So, we'll see what everyone says tomorrow when they see it. Army of Dad is STILL working.

*deep sigh* I can't seem to go to bed without him here.


  • At 8:21 AM, September 10, 2005, Blogger Rachelle Jones said…

    pictures we want pictures of the hair!!

  • At 8:10 AM, September 12, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I need to start doing your hair!!
    You know, I did the OGLE thing and received the Cosmo license!! I'd be the BESTEST for you!! LOL
    The reason "stylist" always throw in different colors all of the time is to get you back in sooner for more $$ because you see the roots quicker if there is blonde in the mix!!


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