A few weeks ago I began to falter in my resolution to embrace my silver strands of hair. I was starting to feel faded and washed out in the hair color department. The friend who does my hair has an instagram feed featuring her clients' successful balayage highlights and it was the gorgeous photo of my cousin Tish's long, sunkissed streaks that pushed me over the edge. I booked the kidsitter and spent the afternoon in Jaime's basement salon.
I came out much blonder than I went in.
As well, I'm finally at the stage of hair growing-out that Jaime was able to cut my hair into a very short bob. I like it.