Three days ago I stopped by my salon to pick up some conditioner for my hair, and I asked the receptionist if my stylist was in so that I could ask her a few questions about curling irons, did she recommend a certain brand or size? Turns out my stylist wasn’t working on any clients at the time, so she took a few minutes and curled my hair for me. That was three days ago, and this picture was taken just now. Not only did the curl last that long, but when she originally styled it the curls were so tight that my hair was about two-inches shorter. And I went straight from the salon to pick up Leta from school. I guess I should have given that kid some warning, because when I walked in and she saw my hair she stood there mouth agape, her eyes about to pop out of her head, and then yelled in front of all the kids, “You look crazy!”
