One of the hard things about moving to a new city is finding your new “people” and by “people” I mean dentist, hair stylist,…okay, well, that’s all I mean. I love my dentist and my salon in AZ and so, even though I’ve lived here for well over a year now, I still wait for trips “home” to get those things taken care of. Normally, I’m out there every 3-4 months, so this works out well.
This time, though, it had been since June and while my teeth are fine with a cleaning every six months, my hair is not so fine waiting for a little bleachy-bleach. And so, with about three inches of regrowth, it was time. It was a short trip, so guess what didn’t happen. Form over function. Or in this case, pretty hair over healthy teeth. That’s how I roll.
Sadly, I don’t have a really good before…but here’s a during and an after. I’m very happy.
Your hair looks awesome, and my dentist rules. Let me know if you want her (yes, her) info. I freaking love the hygienist too.