I am not now, nor have I ever been what I would consider a “girly girl.” The one feature I’ve always allowed myself to be girly over is my hair, and even then, most of the time I just wear it up or braided and out of my way.
Every now and again though, I get this craving for getting my nails done and having someone other than me color my hair, and maybe doing more with my hair than just coloring it.
I’m in the middle of one of those times.
Last night I painted my nails, mostly as a way to satisfy the need without spending the time and money on going to a nail salon and getting tips and all that, which I always end up regretting.
On Thursday, I have an appointment with a new to me hair salon and a new to me hair person. I need to have a couple inches hacked off and I need someone else to manage my color for a while. We’ll see how long it lasts.
I haven’t decided what to do with the color yet, and I’m hoping this new to me hair person will help me decide. Part of me wants to keep the green, part of me wants to go back to red. Part of me wants to try something completely new!
Now all I need is to find a massage therapist and my pampering will be complete.