Because the subject of my hair came up this week in an earlier post, I decided this post from 2009 would be fitting for #tbt.
I still love going to my straight out of Steel Magnolias salon. It makes small town life a lot more fun.
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Rowdy…
May 15, 2009
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
~Benjamin Franklin
Well this explains a lot. Because although I’m pretty good about the “early to rise” part, I, a self professed night owl of night owls, never ever go to bed early. I love staying up late and have missed the late night outings available only in the city.
So when my good friend and hair dresser extraordinaire asked if my girls and I wanted to make our hair appointment for 8 pm I thought “heck yeah we do.”
You must understand that this town folds up and goes to bed by 9. So an appointment starting at 8 (and on a school night even) seemed so rowdy, so wild, so even better than the city (pathetic I know, but at this point I’ll take what I can get). And you know, it really was better than the city.
We went to my friend’s adorable, deliciously girly salon located at the back of her house and had our own small town, “Steel Magnolias” moment. It was so fun visiting while being pampered and styled. In fact we were having so much fun that we didn’t get home until nearly one o’clock in the a.m. –Rowdy!
And so begins my journey back to being blonde (I’m taking baby steps to move away from the very dark). Rick is so happy (what can I say, the man loves me blonde) and I’m relieved that he is the only man I need to impress.
Because when this little four-year-old pictured behind me first saw my hair he said, and I quote,
“Mom you used to not be the ugliest one in our family, but now you are.”
So precious.