Over the summer Emily asked if she could buy blue dye and dye her hair blue.
She certainly was welcome to dye her hair blue,
just not by herself.
I like Laura's highlighted hair very much, and thought she could use a touch up,
(it's not the initial cost, my mother used to say, it's the upkeep!),
so I booked appointments with Jenny.
That's the backstory.
It takes so long that I made the appointments for two subsequent Thursday's.
Here we are at Laura's, a week ago.
She hoped I would drop her off and come back,
but I had my knitting and nothing better to do.
I did sit out in the waiting area.
I think instructions are being given here:
I thought "You little minx, those are not roots Jenny is touching up.
This should be interesting!"
She is quite pleased, isn't she.
And was not even offended when I asked if we would be adding leopard spots next time.
Emily last night, same chair, but with her computer programming homework.
The redhead on the right in the mirror is Jenny.
She has red hair this week.
In order to have blue hair, Emily first had to have blond hair.
"And I always considered myself a blond!"
Blue dye applied.
Results last night, except the lights are so awful, we will not post until we have a decent picture tomorrow.
Everyone at school was expecting blue hair.
They thought it would be home made, and expected the worst.
We must get senior pictures done soon.
This made me smile, too.
Laura has the family habit of keeping notes close at hand.
The school bells were on the fritz today, so she scheduled out the periods on her arm, so as to miss none.
I do not know why her hand is red, unless her ever present hand sanitizer pulled it from the inked on heart.
I know there is a heart because she is in love with a new boyfriend.
Not the same as last year, of course.
PS--her nails glow in the dark.
That's what we did this week at our house. I can't speak to the strength of the women or the handsomeness of the men, but I do believe the children are above average.