I noticed recently, while staring at some stray gray (who am I kidding, they are ALL gray under the blondie dye) – that the hair on the top of my head is getting oh-so-thin. Like, in the front. Where it counts. Where people notice. I can see large areas of vast nothingness. And folks, it scares me. Like, a lot. Because while I do not consider myself to be a vain girl – I do appreciate a solid plantation of hair on the head.
Meanwhile? We have ponytail. As in, she has it. As in…stay with me…my 19 month old daughter has enough hair for a BONAFIDE ponytail. People. This is a solid plantation of hair:
Meanwhile? I got a call from my all-time-favorite-hair stylist ever. And she is no longer with my salon. (Yes Val – our girl is gone) As in she left. As in, buh-bye now. So now, I’m balding and I have no one to turn to to make it all better. Or thicker. Maybe Keira can share with Mama?