*This is a late post as I was crazy running around all day yesterday.
In a girl's life, there are several constants that know her secrets.
Her sisters, if she has them.
Her best friends.
Her hair dresser.
My hairdresser has been my constant for at least 8 years. (Neither of us can remember when I started coming to her). I have followed her to three salons and trust her completely.
When I started seeing her, I had been in the process of growing my hair out...for 5 years!
I would get frustrated when it got to that awkward phase and have whomever was cutting my hair chop it off. Over and over again.
I sat in Monica's chair and told her I wanted to grow it out. She looked me in they eye and said "If you are serious, and only if you are serious, I will help you grow your hair out." So, I told her I was serious and two years later, I had truly long hair.
I love her almost as much as my husband. Literally.
She is a great hairdresser. She listens and remembers about my hair, my kids, my husband.
She always makes sure I really want whatever it is I have asked for, sometimes refusing to do whatever it is (bangs took two years before she would do them and I am growing them out.)
Yesterday, she went against her better judgement for the first time I can remember (I am sure there were other times and she just kept it quiet) and dyed my hair dark. I know she is expecting me to be unhappy about it, but I actually like the change.
Monica took my request and made it pretty.
I am not necessarily a vane person. I don't spend money on clothes, barely wear makeup, hardly keep up with trends, never get my nails done, and I barely brush my hair. But, I believe that good color and a good hair cut can make being lazy about the other stuff alright.
I am so lucky to have such a great hairdresser in my life. One who makes me feel special and pretty, who listens and and administers tough love, and who really cares about her craft.
Today, on Gratituesday, I am grateful for Monica Sax, hairdresser extraordinaire.
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