I got my hair cut yesterday and while the cut is fine, I have to wonder what my stylist is thinking sometimes. I left her salon with the flattest, stupidest looking hair ever. I wasn't too worried about it yesterday because I wasn't going anywhere except home. But it's so odd to me. Has she forgotten what my style is supposed to look like? Sometimes I think that's the case. Last time I went, I showed her a photo of my hair when I managed to get it looking pretty good and she styled it very similar. In the future, I guess I'll just have to show her a photo before the blow dryer comes out.
On the subject of hair, I have apparently forgotten how to use a curling iron. This morning I was trying to create some lift and thought that curling the top might help. Instead of starting at the end of a clump of hair and curling down, I attacked in the middle and created a nice crease. What on earth was I thinking? Sadly, it took several creases before I figured out what I was doing wrong.
In my defense, I haven't used a curling iron in ages and have generally been using a mini flat iron to flip out the sides of my hair. On the other hand, that should be a basic beauty skill that women acquire and keep for life. Not so much, in my case.
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I still haven't decided what cookies I am making at Joy's tomorrow. I'm leaning toward Cinnamon Roll Cookies, Chocolate Caramel Cracker Bars or Inside Out Almond Joy Macaroons. I asked Tom this morning what type of cookies he'd like, but his answers were boring: chocolate chip, peanut butter or sugar. In my opinion, Christmas cookies should be more fun than that. I think I'll just make him some fudge instead.
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