I’m 53 now and I’m still here.
Contrary to the myth that everyone with SZ dies 25 years earlier.
Do I look like I’m ready to kick the bucket?
Going to Sicily is on my bucket list of things to do before my hair turns totally silver.
I’ve decided to get a Sephora makeover once a year at this time.
I was told I have a heart-shape face. So if your face is like mine you might have a heart shape face too: wide forehead and prominent cheekbones and narrow chin.
The rocker chick bangs haircut is courtesy of my new hairdresser: an old school Italian lady. I stopped going to my old hair stylist I’d seen for about nine years.
One day last summer I woke up and couldn’t take how my hair had been cut. I tried to wear a hat to my job because it was August.
“No hat indoors. It’s a sign of disrespect.” The supervisor put an end to my bad hair day cover-up.
Every day was a bad hair day. I just refused to get it cut again until the fall.
On the day after Columbus Day I went to the new hairdresser a Sicilian woman told me about. Finally: a great haircut.
This isn’t a matter of world peace or any other kind of injustice in terms of the significance of having had a bad haircut.
Yet I think all women have been there really not liking how their hair stylist has been going cutting their hair at some point.
Plus my haircut is now thirty dollars cheaper.
Paying too much to look like a bald falcon? I think not. Get yourself to a new hairdresser right away if it’s time for a change.