My Linda Ronstadt is back.
I finally went to see my regular stylist/friend Michelle at Sacred Salon in Mill Valley. I had the ugliest, scraggly-skinny-hipster circa 2005-Elvira-Whitesnake mullet from some moron of a stylist at Public Barber Salon. If you know me, my only hotness factor is the hair. It's been growing out and fattening up for 6 months now.
Hopefully it will be this long again.
Only Michelle and I are on the same page when it comes to anything (fashion, old country music, our love of brass jewelry). We both have this image of a barefoot, young Ronstadt (with big silver hoops, torn shorts, striped mini dresses) ingrained in our minds. I don't even have to open my mouth. She just KNOWS.
images from google, me and dropsnap
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