Bad Hair Decade
Dilemma... I can't find a decent hairdresser. I've sisters with luxurious locks... They're younger... My hair was never as thick, or as glorious as theirs. As a newborn, our brunette sis came home with dark curly ringlets all over her head. A year later, our blonde sis came home without any hair at all...so light she looked as though... By the time they were in school, I did a Toni permanent on myself. It was cute. A teenager has to have the right hair! Much older, on my own, I had expert help. Lucky me, in L.A., I went to Vidal Sassoon's. At home in the Midwest, I found a just-right beautician. Then I moved miles away. Before we parted, she wrote out the details of my cut and color. At the first salon in my new town, I presented my letter to the beautician ( for-a-day) who couldn't read. Yes... it grows back. Yes... I can go somewhere else, which I have, over , and over... That was a few years ago. I've been to upscale salons, and to walk-in o
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