I just tried on the killer green suit I had planned to wear to the 20th high school reunion this weekend. Uncomfortably snug.
And my new hair guy gave me Rachel hair. It looks nice today, but I have no idea whether I can recreate on my own what Carlos did using a blow dryer, round brush and a curling iron. I don't even own a curling iron anymore.
It makes me 1) afraid that I'm frightfully vain and 2) afraid of shampooing.
Expletive, expletive, expletive.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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Rachel hair -- that's like a nation-wide thing! I was just reading on another blog in SF about a woman who hates the Rachel hair she just got at a salon. I'm sorry you got Rachel-ed! Hope the hair god can fix it.
David did a masterful job of un-Racheling me. He also had to cut my remaining hair quite short to do it. He also had quite a bit to say about the abysmal cut and was surprised I was being so calm about the whole thing.
What could I do? It will grow back eventually and it looked nice again just in time for the reunion.
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