Losing Ten Pounds With a Lebanese Man

my hair was getting ridiculous – so ridiculous that i was about ten seconds away from snatching up a pair of surgical scissors and chopping it all off. instead, i called jen, who referred me to her hair place. i was just going to make an appointment, but then she started giving me directions and i thought, what the hell? so on my lunch break yesterday i wandered out to frizzles in search of hair help.

for the past year or so, my hair routine has consisted of wash, dry bangs (only), and pull back in a clip. mornings are so hard for me now – i see no reason why i should get up any earlier than i absolutely have to, and fixing yards of hair definitely cuts into sleep time. all that scooping back and clipping has worn on my hair; not to mention it hasn’t been cut by anyone but me (and bangs only) in that time. the ends were pretty damaged, i had a lot of breakage from pulling it back, and it needed serious help.

enter Jackie. he was the pretty awesome Lebanese man at frizzles that tamed the craziness on my head. it ended up shorter than the initial cut he made (the one i agreed to) but it looks awesome, so i’m dealing. (and side bar: who knew lebanese men had such a talent for hair? i mean, i know the vietnamese seem to have an amazing talent with nails, but i hadn't heard about the lebanese...) a huge difference since my hair was nearly to my waist, thick and heavy, but it’s ok – just dealing with the adjustment period. my hair actually has a style now, even though it’s going to add another 10 minutes to my morning routine. now if i can just find a place to get my eyebrows waxed, i’ll be set…