Monday, August 11, 2008

HAIROIN'S HEROINE

Your hair sucks.

And it always has.

Fix it. Or let Cat do it. Or, at the very least, let her show you what's hot hair-wise. She's spreading samples of her special smack:

Hairoin.

I like taking credit for other people's successes. Caitlyn is a stupendous hair stylist, and it's all thanks to me.

Amazing how I do that, isn't it?

When she was a youngling, the girl wasn't sure what course her life ought to take, so while she was visiting us down in Vegas during the summer, I pushed hair school. And because she's so smart, she registered for Dallas Roberts that very week. (Okay, so that's not exactly how it happened, but perception is reality, and I've decided to perceive the experience just like that.)

Once she was clippin' and snippin', it was my dedication to her shears that helped her perfect her a-line. For folks, before every single last one of you chopped your locks into a bobbed a-line, my hair had been styled in such a fashion for years. Over the last two (plus) years, I have put more than 15,000 miles on my car driving round-trip to sit in Cat's magical chair for a trim and a tint.


(Kit, this means you are on the hook for frequent posting. We're all going to need our regular hairoin hit.)

2 comments:

cat+tadd said...

You're making me blush! As for outing me...thank you? :)

meg said...

I feel this strange right: once I've made a blog a header and the author has posted it, I feel a sense of ownership and think it to be my god-given right to proclaim the blog's existence to the lovely world.

I did the same thing to Lindsay. She wasn't all that pleased either.