Today I celebrate my hair stylist friend Ala who tells me NOT to pluck those grey hairs despite what I feel like I should do. She helps me look pretty much the same as I did Senior year in high school. She's from Russia and her s's and z's sound pretty much the same. It's awesome. I walk out of there feeling pretty much like a new woman, mostly because she puts make-up on me on my way out the door. And for the last seven years that I've been going to see her, she still doesn't know that I (pretty much) wipe it all off on my sleeve when I get in my car.
I love you Ala because you know just how my hair will curl (on not) depending on if it's December or July.
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