I missed my last appointment with my stylist back in KC before we moved. She was ill and it was the day before we were moving, so rescheduling was out of the question. July was the last time my roots have been touched up and the ends trimmed and the layers shaped. More and more lately, I wake up and this is what I see in the mirror...
Sadly, as far as styling goes, this is what I've resorted to. The early nineties Elaine 'do. Only not as cute. And so sad that my current hairstyle is nearly twenty years old and on closer inspection makes me think of those women on that polygamist compound down in Texas. Just put me in a prairie dress and I'll be good to go.
Thankfully my hair is long, because I fear if I cut it short I'll end up looking like Phil
Spector.
On really bad hair days, I resort to wearing one of my many ball caps. I'm thinking of buying this little guy, though. Available through Cafe Press. I think it says it all.
If anyone knows of a great salon in the NW suburbs of Chicago... please advise. I'm on the hunt. And Adrienne, I miss you.
Sadly, as far as styling goes, this is what I've resorted to. The early nineties Elaine 'do. Only not as cute. And so sad that my current hairstyle is nearly twenty years old and on closer inspection makes me think of those women on that polygamist compound down in Texas. Just put me in a prairie dress and I'll be good to go.
Thankfully my hair is long, because I fear if I cut it short I'll end up looking like Phil Spector.
On really bad hair days, I resort to wearing one of my many ball caps. I'm thinking of buying this little guy, though. Available through Cafe Press. I think it says it all.
If anyone knows of a great salon in the NW suburbs of Chicago... please advise. I'm on the hunt. And Adrienne, I miss you. 
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