I had a hair appointment yesterday at one o’clock. I went to Meredith Hirsch Salon, and told her I wanted a trim and highlights. She told me as she ran a comb through my hair, “Nooo-oo-o, you want some lowlights.”

I think she was deeply amused with my hair. I’d bought those home chunky highligting kits, and did big chunky chunks of highlights. Twice, in the past six months or so. I think Meredith’s sensibilities were slightly offended by my 1-1/2″ roots and allover bad box jobs. She’s a professional you know.

So I got to look like an alien, which was fun in its own way. She covered my head with little packets of tin foil; half of them had highlight in them and the other half had brown lowlight dye. When that was done, I got a wash and a cut, and she was amused again by my hair cut: “It falls off like two inches to the left!”

“Yeah,” I said, “I tend to cut my hair with kitchen shears every once in awhile. I’m not really organized on the hair front.”

But when she was done, though! OMFG, I’m beautiful! My hair is basically brown again, with delicate blonde highlights. (Nothing at all chunky about this coloring, no ma’am.) And of course she styled it and made it look absolutely wonderful. I was so totally gorgeous!

So naturally I ended up in the pond (with Tahmi and Cat) within two hours. Nature abhors nice hair and conspires against it.

(This is my hair this morning, all messy and unbrushed – bedhead from hell. But you can tell she totally fixed my box job!)

P.S. Meredith and I were gossiping so much that I didn’t leave her salon until 4:11. Yes, people, I was in there talking my tongue off with her for three. entire. hours. She’s so goddamned funny, that girl is. Oh, and she gave me a cigarette case she bought for me like eight years ago and it’s so excellent I feel like I should go out and buy a dress to go with it; it’s on a long chain and can be worn as a purse.
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