If I don’t get to my hairdresser soon enough, I start to wield the scissors and the hair color.
I drove south, 7 hours to visit my daughter, who happens to be my hairdresser too. I always confess my sins with the scissors and she always absolves them and fixes it.
I am pretty good at touching up my root color; she has taught me well. The back is a little tricky though. Last time, I had my daughter-in-law do it for me — her first time. She did a great job. (she is a detail person)
But eventually I need a full weave, and this time my daughter did my lowlights and highlights for blondes. I always feel better when I get your hair done, it’s a great little boost, a great skill that I have come to appreciate. In hair school, they taught her to never give free hair cuts, except to your mom. Lucky me.
And outdoors–in the sun, it looks like this:
