in which I have an after-summer hair freak out

Some of the only original content on this blog is related to my hair, but whatever. Bear with me. 

I just wrote a frantic message to my beloved hair dresser. She is several states away, in the Michigan Mitten. I asked for some advice to keep my calm until I can see her again, until I can do something drastic to this messy mop. Her response was short, but perfect:

I think that the most important thing a woman can have- next to talent, of course- is her hairdresser. 
― Joan Crawford

Right you are, Lindsey! I shall remain vigilant and wait til she and she alone can handle my tresses.

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