I decided I needed some help from a professional, and desperate to find a replacement for my longtime hairdresser who, at present is taking a coma herself, I was thrilled to learn that I didn’t need an appointment at a new salon in town.
I was assured it was indeed a full-service establishment, and that my needs would certainly be accommodated.

Sunitha began by informing me that time was stealing my youthful look as Penelope was finishing up my caci treatment. (I think it was supposed to be some sort of mud, but I’m a country girl, and once a cow patty, always a cow patty.)

My texture was all wrong. My varicose and spider veins were doing battle with each other. They gave me a foil weave, but it clashed with my portwine stain.
They even removed my tatoo of Fago. With a belt sander.