Let’s be honest, this entire weekend was a true treat.
There really is no place like home.
I also got another massive treat yesterday (Monday) when I got to revel in the first of my birthday gifts: Getting my hur did 😀
Let’s just say that I had a lot of hair. A whole lot. It had been cut once since my wedding 10 months ago, and I had about 5 inches of growth to deal with. Split ends galore. Plus it didn’t help that I kept getting it caught in the zippers of my coats because it was so long. It basically lived in a bun, ponytail, or a braid, because I just couldn’t deal with it.
Once I committed to the Georgia Half, I realized that it would be the perfect opportunity to get my hair cut by my long time trusted stylist, Jeannine Occhipinti. My mom, brother, and I have been clients of her (at different times, but Mom and I have now gone to her exclusively for nearly 10 years) since she starting cutting hair professionally (I think I was about 5). She is incredible and also did my hair for my wedding. She had to help me undo the damage that has been done by other stylists, consequently my extreme hesitation to find a new person to take care of my rather temperamental hair. I am also very picky about my color–my hair is naturally blond, and more than anything, I maintain the highlights of my natural color by evening out the distribution of those highlights (so that I don’t just have huge streaks and no color beneath). I don’t want to be platinum blond, I just want to maintain my color. This can be hard for people to understand, for unknown reasons.
Jeannine has recently moved into her OWN salon–she is now the proud owner of Artistry Buckhead, a fantastic space not too far from where my family’s home was, and right in the heart of Buckhead. I am just so excited for her to finally have her own business, and she has a really great group of well established stylists working with her. But it is alllll about J.
Also? She did us a solid and created an appointment for my mom and I. Because she is awesome. And we’ve known her for 20 years. Blackmail, people.
Okay, the haircut.
I can’t stop touching it. Half of it is gone, and what is left is MAGICAL.
Too bad I a) don’t live in Atlanta anymore and b) can’t really afford this on my own. HAAAARRRUUUMMPPPHHHH.
Luckily Mommy treated me. HOLLA.
Not a treat? Leaving my beautiful Mom and Atlanta behind. The South treated me to a gorgeous weekend, and I didn’t want to leave. But return to the north I must (ps it snowed last night. Suck it). ALso not a treat? Having TSA confiscate my Earth Balance Crunchy Peanut and Coconut Butter. Apparently, it is considered a paste or gel. FALSE. IT IS A BLEND OF NUT BUTTERS. Haters. I was fortunately able to drown my sorrows in the creamy version, paired with ice cream, upon my return home. BUT REALLY??
I’m coming for you, people. It is ON.
Today is another big ole treat because Alex has the day off and I’ve got PT. The top of my calf is a bit sore, so I’m sure we’ll work on that, but otherwise, I am hoping that I might be able to run later on this week!
What was the last drastic change to your hair?
What is the most tragic thing that TSA has ever confiscated from you?