Highlight of my day

I went to the hair salon to get highlights today. My husband prefers longer hair, and so do I. Sometimes I think about doing something different with my hair, and then decide I like it the way it is. As I’ve gotten older I know my hair isn’t as resilient as it used to be. It seems to break easier, and style harder. I’m happy that I don’t have a lot of grey to cover… yet. My grandmother had light brown hair into her 80’s and I know she didn’t color it. Maybe I’ll luck out with her genes. Please understand, I admire a lot of women with grey hair. It is stunning. On them. My skin tones would give me a zombie vibe if I tried the natural route.
When I think of the perms and frosted styles I subjected my hair to in the past, I’m reasonably convinced I should only have tufts of hair left. Seriously, I used to frost and perm in one appointment! I don’t know what is worse…that I wanted it all done in one appointment, or that my stylist allowed it. Now, in saner days, I usually get a trim and a few highlights. I did ask for some red highlights thrown in for fun, and my husband suddenly got friskier. Red-E or not, I still want to have fun.