Hair porn

As part of my birthday therapy, I went shopping. This required going to the dreaded mall where I replaced my spilt vanilla latte, bought some new mascara at Bare Escentuals and proceeded to my favorite store—White House Black Market. I spent two hours trying on and buying most of the store. I love it there because they never let me hold clothes for more than a second before they start a dressing room. And they find me shoes and accessories and other outfits I might like. They don’t count the number of items in my dressing room as if I’m a shoplifter. The lighting makes me look normal rather than ugly. On the way out, I was thanked for letting them dress me. Shopping was fun. Like having a bunch of girlfriends over. Now if only they served wine and cheese…

Now that I have new outfits, it is time to let Wilson do my hair. I think this is the best way to get through the day, especially since iDad corrected my erroneous calculation. Today is my 8th annual 29th birthday, not my 7th. I’m a year older than I thought I was!

Wilson took out my pigtails and this is what he is starting with. He decided today was a new color day. I don’t know what color. I love the suspense!

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Sarah on March 14, 2010 at 4:38 am

    Results please!

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  2. Results!!!

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  3. Before and After photos are always appropriate, of course.

    Reply

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