In which I get my hair done! (On a Sunday! Because my stylist was working overtime since she’s going on vacation next week!)

For Christmas, Teh BF gave me a gift certificate with my hair stylist. I was all excited about it because not only is it an awesome gift for a boy to just think up all on his own (and he actually had to go in there and buy it, which to my mind is totally fucking amazing since I’ve never in my life dated anyone who could actually pull something like that off all by himself) but I thought it would actually help me get back in before I had two inches of roots.

Well, it didn’t. I’ve been meaning to call and make an appointment for about four weeks, and didn’t get around to it until Friday when I just could not stand the color of my hair for one more minute. She rushed me in because she knew how long it’s been and didn’t want me to wait until she got back from Hawaii and when I went in yesterday, it had been three and a half months since the last time I’d gotten my hair done. I had hella roots which is, as you know, quite unattractive.

And speaking of unattractive, this is what it looks like when you’re getting your hair highlighted and your eyebrows dyed all at the same time:

Eeek!

I actually scheduled my next appointment right then and there, though, so I’ll be back in time to just get a touch-up rather than an entire expensive foil. I feel like a genius.

You can see my awesome eyebrows here, if you’re so inclined.