Emily, I literally JUST got back from getting my hair cut and colored and I have the same response. I try to look only at my hair in the mirror and ignore my face, since it looks like a lump of dough. A lump of dough with a big nose.
Tracy ,'The Message'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yo, Hec! How's it going?
It's amazing. Is there some sort of incompatibility between good-hair lighting and good-skin lighting?
maybe salons put in unflattering lighting that makes your skin look bad so your hair will look that much better
Oh, you know, I meant to say -- I'm the most hideous person ever when in the process of getting a hair cut. Especially when the person next to me is some kind of rock star or some shit. The sign of a good cut, to me, is when I feel awesome on the way out instead of just OK.
They don't have mary janes, though, Tom, and that's what I'm jonesing for. Girly, yet skullsmashing.
You know...like me.
Steel toe Mary Janes say, "I enjoy being a girl...and being able to kick your ass."
Sadly, my big-ass feet would never fit those, either.
Um, can lower GI stuff manifest in back spasms? Cause there seems to be a time correlation between that and nearly barfing at work when my back inexplicably seized up (and slowly worked down, it was freaky) a la hormonal cramps.
oh yeah,says some one who is waiting for the side effects of the antibiotics from last week to go away
My stylist has awesome lighting. Her studio is in the front part of her loft, so it's all soft and gauzy. Plus you can drink wine and watch So You Think You Can Dance. Or look out onto downtown and smoke.
OMG, people, good hair salons should not make you look like shit in the mirror! If you like your hair, ok, but that's something they should fix.
Huh.
My home phone stopped working at some point last week, so I made an appointment on Monday for AT&T to come fix it on Friday, but at some point today, the repair man was in the neighborhood anyway, so he stopped by and even though I wasn't home to talk to him, he figured out what the problem was and fixed it from outside my apartment, even though I wasn't there and it was two days early.
I'm kind of gobstopped at the level of service.
Which is kind of sad, but still.