So it finally happened.
I got my hurr did!
After sporting a nasty, dead ended, rat tail for the last year, (that's right people. YEAR!) it was time for a haircut.
You should see the faces my hair stylist makes every time she sees me.
Which is just about once a year. Give or take.
'Hmm. What's going on over here? (finger pointing at my mess of a hair) Your hair looks, umm..pretty dead. When was the last time you've had it cut?'
Every time. Same speech.
At least she doesn't straight up say that it looks like a dead bird's nest up in there.
Which would have been the perfect way to describe it.
The bangs are still taking some adjustment. But I'm working on it.
Also, how come that as soon as I walk out of a hair salon, I can never get my hair to look that way again?
It's like they spray it with magic unicorn spit in there, that washes out after the first shower.
This girl however, can sport those pig-tails like a pro I tell you!
And of course no photo-shoot is over until Giada eats some dirt or dog food. This time it was potting soil and mulch.
Good thing I love her to pieces and then some.
Happy Thursday loves!
Linking up with embrace the camera and the pleated poppy.