Not that she doesn’t hear it all the time, but my sister is right.
My hair has roots. I even dyed it a darker color to avoid this problem.
My sister does my hair. She is, along with being mom’s second favorite daughter, the BESTEST hair dresser that ever lived. Step down Paul Mitchell, my sister has a pair of sissors and some tin foil. I’m not kidding, it’s like having a professional basketball player for a brother…you have to brag. She is a ‘mortgage’ person now, but her heart belongs to the squirt bottle.
Alright, you forced me to say it; She’s one of THOSE hairdressers. She’s the one person that can get your hair to do EXACTLY what you want it to do. She’s the one you will follow to the end of the earth just to get your hair done in a cold-ass garage in the back alley. Kathy is my hair dressing crack dealer.
I’ve given into the pressure. I’m going up this weekend to get my fix.
Did I mention the tag-team guilt trips my mom and sister can do when they want me to come visit?
You would think they were old jewish ladies the way the get going.
So, back to my hair. It’s bad. I look like Elaine Boosler right now. My hair is all frizzy, dead and different colors of wrong.
I’m not sure what to do with it. I have a collection of pictures of ‘phases’ of my hair that I was going to share with you, but I am too embarrassed at this point because every picture I found…I have porn hair.
Yes. Porn hair. BIG, FLUFFY & FEATHERY.
Don’t believe me?
Okay people got any suggestions on what this former porn star can do to her hair?