In response to the invite to join him at the bar, I sent a disgusted "I'm already in bed because it's 9pm" selfie to my husband.
Wrinkles and poor lighting aside, I couldn't help but notice that somehow, after a day of tearing my hair out at work, teaching a yoga class, walking the dog, changing my clothes six times and doing some laundry (which has no effect on my hair, but dang was I productive today), my hair looks so... Shiny and new. Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.
I can take no credit for this. At all. I do everything possible to trash my hair, including washing it with the cheapest dove shampoo I can find daily, and then NOT washing it for weeks, straightening, coloring, curling, yada yada. You know what the heck we do.
The woman who deserves the cred? My hairdresser Misha. She often spends 6 hours dealing with the many (mannnyy) strands on my head so I look less Homeschooler-like.
So when she proposed a Brazillian Blowout via text the other day, sassy Jess responded "as long as you aren't waxing my butt crack I'm in."
Truth be told, I sort of knew what she meant. The painless 90 minute treatment involves washing your hair completely, combing some chems through every lock, blowing out yer hair, straightening that shiiiit, and then washing it all out again.
Result? Well, photo evidence above. And it lasts for months. Look for Misha Endo Hair on Facebook if you want your own corn silk tendrils.
Hum. Tendrils.
Peace out Girl Scout. Or Homeschooler...
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