Here it is. The day my hair looked better then it ever did. Notice the look of joy upon my face!
My hair had never, ever looked so good. My hair will never look this good again.
Seriously, I went and had it shampooed, cut, and styled. Since I was trying a new hair stylist I was a bit nervous. Her name was Bobby Jo, she really seemed to know her stuff. She talked to me about texture, straightening, razor cutting. I was mesmerized.
When she was finished I could not believe my eyes. Finally I had been transformed. I was a beauty, ready for the red carpet. This was how I was always meant to look. I complimented Bobby Jo, telling her she was the best. I tipped, I gushed, I told her I would send all my friends. I left the salon feeling better then I have ever felt.
But deep inside I knew it was fleeting. Would I be able to make it look this good at home? To ensure success I had Greg take pictures, memories to look at. A guide, a hair handbook.
Well, I was never able to replicate the exact look that Bobby Jo had so expertly achieved. I referred to the photos, I straightened, applied products, sprayed and gelled. To no avail, I could not get it to look the same. But I was still pleased, it was such an awesome cut and so I lived with the anticipation of returning to Bobby Jo's chair and her expert hands. Well, after about 3 weeks I returned and so did my hair, to it's former state. Frizzy unmanageable, and puffy. Bobby Jo did all the same things, shampooed, cut and styled and well, I guess magic can only happen once in a lifetime.
Why can't a hair stylist ever replicate the magic. Why is a hair style never better then the first time it is cut. Where does the magic go?
And now a moment of silence as I mourn my hair.
Enjoy these pictures. I will look at them and try not to shed too many tears.
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