For instance, two weeks ago, I was in the mall, minding my own business when a girl stopped me and said, "nice hair!". Ok, thank you. My pharmacist comments on my hair EVERY TIME I go in there (which is frequent b/c lets face it, I am a walking pharmacy in my purse). She said, "you're hair always looks so good!". Need I say, that was the time I decided to roll out of bed, head over there with a hooded sweatshirt on and dirty jeans, with no makeup and I didn't even BRUSH my hair! Was she just being nice, or was she genuine? who knows.
But its not just that. It doesn't just stop there. My family was out to dinner once and a lady basically lingered near our table, looking at me, whispering to her friends and then finally came over (I thought I had something in my teeth!). She stopped me to say, "I love your hair!!". Oh, thanks! You TOO can have a bob if you visit the salon where I work!
This morning is what really made me think of the insanity. My neighbor, whom I talk to on occasion, but not enough to know her last name, asked me, "oh are you letting your hair grow out? I noticed you had a clip in it the other day!". Actually, yes I am three weeks overdue for a cut, (thanks for noticing), but some of the stylists at work think I should let it grow a little longer to shape it back up before the wedding. This is getting way out of control.
I recently had a man at K-mart stop and touch my hair. He had his wife with him! I guess this is how pregnant women feel when they have people touching their bellies!
So, in honor of my hair, I thought I'd post a few photos of me with my many different styles throughout the years: The first one is recent, but not quite as blonde now, the second is from the year 2000, before I chopped it and I was quite smashed at a wedding during those photos, the third is from when I was in high school sporting the "Rachel" haircut and the last is my ultimate favorite b/c it suits me best!


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