I haven't talked about my hair in a while. It's super long.
I had a bit of a trauma and I'm just getting over it, so now I can talk about it. I went to a new colorist and she put some dark brown streaks in my hair. I didn't cry, but I made her re-do it.
I don't know why in the world she thought it was OK to put dark streaks. Not OK.
This means it's crunchy-dry. I got these fiercest rehabilitator Kerastase, and it's recovering from the crunchies. It's kind of nice being so cotton-y though, I'm embracing my 1960's style cotton-boll hair.
I've had one haircut since I've been in Arkansas, and I got it at the Paul Mitchell Beauty School for $10. The student did a good job and I'll be back to get her to trim this hay stack.
I should have just gotten it colored at the beauty school.