the return of florence nightingale

I wonder if anyone even remembers Miss Nightingale...she is the hypochondriac in my family who had enrolled in nursing school.  And as nurses go, Florence is going to make one hell of a hairdresser!

As I predicted so many months ago, Florence has left the nursing program for less gory pastures.  She is now enrolled in one of the finest costmetology schools in the country.  And despite my own near terminal OCD, I have agreed to be her guinea pig for color services. 

I really wasn't worried.  I had faith in her...and even more faith that, if the color went wrong, we could very easily color over it so no one would ever know.

As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about.  It may have taken the better part of the evening (and an entire roll of paper towels) but my hair looks amazing. 

And we didn't have to fix a single thing about it! The base color turned out fabulous, and the highlights are perfect. 

We did almost have a catastrophe when the dog decided he needed to lay down immediately beneath my feet...he was just moments away from becoming a dalmation...well...maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but I doubt the bleach would have improved his looks as much as it did mine.

And as far as my hair goes...I think I could get used to highlights...and just in time for summer too!

How perfect is that? And to think...if things had gone differently she would have been changing bed pans instead. 

Until the next time...I'll be admiring my new hair!

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Posted on June 6, 2011 .