Apr 17, 2010 22:53
So yesterday I had my hair colored in a salon for the first time ever. It set me back $90, so I won't ever be doing it again, but it does look freaking awesome, and it was a 3 hour process. It is a gorgeous flaming orange in the front half fading to burgundy in the back and has been razored to varying lengths from jaw to shoulder. I'm hoping I can maintain the coloring myself, and only go back for trimming.
It made me laugh though, because the whole experience just epitomized Fenton mentality. The first questions from the ladies there, due to the "not normal" colors I chose was "Where do you work? Will your job allow it?". I explained that I had a house, a car, and no credit card debt, so I didn't really need a job right now. They then said "well, how do you make your mortgage payments?". I had to re-explain: no, I have a house... not a mortgage, and my fiance pays most of the utilities.
Then they asked what he did for a living. Then they asked if I had kids. When I said I didn't have kids, they then asked if he had kids. Had I been married before? How old was I? I was too amused to be offended.
Since I decided to have the whole hair experience, I also read magazines that I would normally never even touch. The kind that invade famous people's personal lives.
Tyler and I are both making efforts to drop weight. I got careless like whoah and lost all the progress I made last year, and with the summer heat coming on, I know it's going to make me feel even more bloated.
I also need to eliminate some distractions and focus on getting projects done.