In DIRE Need of HAIRAPY!!!

I have found it difficult to set aside salon time to have my hair cut and highlighted as usual and I was shocked when I realized I hadn't done this since May 2007!!! I am very picky about who does my hair. I have had too many experiences where I have left the salon and cried in my car.

I found a terrific stylist that I have been going to for quite awhile but the long drive is beginning to take its toll...both the salon visit and gas for my Suburban have become too costly ($3.03/gallon is ridiculous!).

I was becoming brave enough to try someone else when I temporarily lost my sanity and tried an over the counter hair kit. If you are one of the lucky ones who is able to benefit from the affordability and convenience of coloring your hair at home with a kit, I envy you!

I should've followed my gut which was telling me it was a terrible idea, but...nope....no such thing...and now, well, now I have half blonde/half orange hair. I found a local salon online that has great reviews (yes, I have entertained the thought that the reviews were posted by the stylists themselves or their friends cuz I am that worried about who touches my hair) and thankfully there is an opening tonight.

Something tells me tonight's hairapy session is not going to be easy on the pocket book....attempting to help the stylist figure out my true hair color, dye it, highlight it, and then cut it if there is any hair still left on my head. It would be wonderful if the salon turned out to be one of those cool ones that serves a glass of wine or a neck massage or what I will really need at the end of all this...a deep conditioning treatment on the house! Don't fret, I will definitely post back the result.

I don't splurge on much...I still have lots of clothes in my closet from the 90's, I am a regular at Old Navy, I sell Avon so I can get cool, cheap makeup delivered to my door (love the Mark stuff) and avoid the department ladies talking me into the latest and greatest face lotion they fail to disclose is $100 until ringing it up on the register while I convince myself its worth it for the freebie of miniature samples in the cute bag that I will donate to my sister because colors don't work on me.

I take my hair with me everywhere I go and am not fond of hiding it under a baseball cap (only when I was a cook in college and met my hubby who wishes I would still occasionally sport a cap so he can relive a little of our past) and with my current rate of 1-2 appts a year, I need to allow myself to legitimize the expense of a salon and get over it.

For kicks, I asked my 4 year old if she liked my hair. She very honestly said no. When I asked her why, she said I look like a woman and that she wants my mommy hair back. I want my mommy hair back too!

Happy Friday!