Hair Affair

As most of you know, one of my very best friends in the world, Andrea, is in my opinion one of the best hair stylists in the world. In fact, she was voted as the "Best Hair Dresser" by the Missoula Independent last year, and she definitely deserves the title. She is awesome. As a result of her awesomeness, I have been receiving world class hair styling for the past several years, and every time I try someone new wherever I'm living at the time, I'm completely disappointed. Basically, Andrea has turned me into a complete hair snob. So, historically you would not see pictures of my newest hair do, unless it was done by Andrea of course.

In February, when I showed up for my girls' weekend in Montana, I had a full blown mullet. No joke. Short in the front, long in the back. And the reason for this travesty? Because I was stupid and tried someone new in Hawaii. As I'm sure most of you can understand, it's very difficult to wait once a year, when I see Andrea, to get my hair done. That's just too long . . . so I always venture out to someone new with the faint hope that I will strike gold, and each time I'm disappointed and end up growing it out until I see Andrea next. So, Andrea was kind, and once again fixed my hair for me again while I was in Montana. This was the result:



As usual, I loved it. But as nature would have it, before too long the beautiful color faded and the layers grew out, and once again I was itching to get my hair done. But I had no good recommendations of someone to go to out here in Hawaii. Well, as luck would have it, a few weeks ago I went to a luau at Brian's work and noticed a girl there with VERY cute hair. So, I approached her and asked her if she had gotten her hair done on the island. I swear to you, the last ten times I've done this same thing, asking someone here that I don't know where they got their hair done, I've always received the same answer: at home on the mainland. But THIS time, the girl responded that she HAD gotten her hair done here, by a girl that lives all the way up on the North Shore and works out of her housee. She was glad to share the hair stylist's information with me, and by the next day I had made an appointment. I won't go into the details of my appointment, but suffice it to say, I was pretty happy with the result.





Now I would never go so far as to say that my new stylist can take the place of Andrea, because no matter how hard anyone tries, nobody is quite THAT good. But for now, I'm pretty excited that I found someone to get me by for the next few years, because the thousands of miles between Andrea and I doesn't exactly make it easy for me to stay completely faithful to her. However, Andrea's probably just thrilled that she doesn't have to hear me complain like she's had to for the last four years. :) Am I right Andrea?

Here's a picture of the kids that I threw in just for good measure, as they were dying to get their picture taken this morning. Look at those little blondies . . . where did they come from? Hopefully with my new blonde highlights, people will quit asking me where the heck my kids got blonde hair, because Lord knows I have no idea.