It's official, I'm a brunette!

I feel...smarter...

HA!

Anywho - so today's festivities? Eyebrow waxing. That completes the birthday week of pampering quite succinctly I would say, wouldn't you? Now that I'm a whole new person, looking YEARS younger than my age...I feel like I need a new identity! Who am I? What's my favorite food? What's my brunette name? What's my motivation? Musical influences? Hmmmmmm....

But before we delve into that absurdity, let's stop here: yesterday while at the hairdresser, my shampooer was...a dude. Now I've had male shampooers before...but this guy was like - 20. And tall...super tall...and didn't seem, well...gay. I mean, I hate to stereotype, I really do, but let's face it, there are a number of gay men in the hair care industry. And however inappropriate it is of me to say, it's strange to think of a straight male hairdresser. Why? I don't know. I have no problem picturing a straight male chef - even if cooking is "woman's work" (HAhahahahahaha).

So what's this guy's motivation? Let's say he is straight. He spends his days after school (if he's in school - this dude looked YOUNG) shampooing women's heads? Do you tell your friends this? I mean, you're hanging out and someone says "yeah, I work at the oil-n-go...what do you do?" "I shampoo hair." Is he some whacko with a head fettish? ew! And I was his head candy for the day? double ew? Did he video the session??? Triple ew. He didn't seem shocked by my unicorn-ness...so that's a plus. Is he going to become a hairdresser or stay a shampooer? He mixed my color, too, and it looks faboo, so I guess he knows what he's doing.

Just something to think about ladies and gents.

Yesterday I did something I've NEVER done before - I had Liz (aka most amazing master stylist EVAH) dye my eyebrows the same color as my hair. I'm not sure what's happening to me. I used to have eyebrows, I guess I still do, but they're getting lighter...or *gasp*...GRAYER (is that a word?) and becoming non-existent looking on my face. Hrmph. And with my new dark hair color I was afraid I would wash out. So she dyed them. It's so cool! I have eyebrows. But then, then I had too much eyebrow. I mean, it wasn't a unibrow or anything, but they were just...too much. So today I had them waxed. Hooray!

Now I'm a whole new person!
I can turn my head, thanks to the gifted hands of Natalie,
I have faboo hair thanks to Liz and shampoo man,
I can wear sandals thanks to non-English speaking Asian man at the nail place,
and I have fantastically shaped eyebrows thanks to some chick down the street who could fit me in.

It's brilliant.
I know it takes a village to raise a child...apparently it takes a village and an entire week of lunch hours to make me look like a girl. Who knew?