I told Rhonda, the lady who did my hair that "I can see myself liking it"
Which is the truth.
It's gonna take some getting used to.
When it's curly, it bunches all up into little curls and it reminds me of my grandmother's hair, but not really in a bad way.
And Alexis, it's true, it wasn't the same without you. Before she started going at my hair, I tried to tell her about the things that you do, that I liked, for example, the backcombing of the hair at the root to abolish pesky straight lines of growth colour. She didn't get it. But as soon as I stepped into the salon and the waves of Aveda hit me, your memory was strong, and I held you in my heart as I held my breath and inches were lopped off.
But still, great girl, truly enjoyed her, along with everyone else who worked there. I may try to befriend them.
I miss you guys.