Hair

It's a little sick, how much I'm looking forward to the next few days, and for what reasons.

Today I get to have my hair highlighted (which always makes my head feel like a big ball of sunshine), and Saturday I get to have it cut in the city at Vidal Sassoon (which I haven't been back to since just before I struggled through labor the first time).

I'm elated and I can't help it, and this partly makes me want to puke. Why, why, why do women spend nearly the equivalent of a months' salary (or approximately 3,000 times a months' salary in my case since I don't have one) on their hair, every two or three months? It's stupid. It's insane. I usually go to Great Clips and pay $12 for a cut that is just fine. And yet, I'm gloriously excited to fork out this cash in the next few days for a little slice of glamor. I have a lot of good reasons to throw at my husband, should he ask, for this straying from my normal budget. Here they are:

1. Holiday season is coming (parties, etc.)
2. My birthday is coming (I deserve a treat, etc.)
3. We have a large wedding-like event to attend in a few weeks (single significant event, etc.)
4. We are going to Sundance Film Festival in January and I want some style and why not start now to utilize the cut for reasons 1, 2, and 3?

After I get the cut done once by Vidal's proteges and I make it through the film festival, I figure Great Clips can give it their best shot at reproduction. Typical female spending justification.