A Thousand Miles From The Place I Was Born

Since coming home from Toronto, I have been overwhelmed with errands that need to be run. I filled this week with appointments for myself and the rest of the family. Dentists, doctors, veterinarians. I really should have spread it out over a few weeks but I’m not that smart, people.

I am so “booked”, in fact, that despite the handy-dandy little calendar feature in my Palm Centro, I was blissfully unaware of the day’s appointments when I got Lauren ready for school this morning. In my head, I thought I knew when my first appointment was, and assumed that I had until the afternoon before I had to look presentable. As a result, I took Lauren to school in my pajamas and barely ran a comb through my hair as an afterthought. So imagine my surprise when I double-checked my calendar as I sat outside Lauren’s school and discovered that I had a hair appointment in 15 minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES. Not enough time to go home and change my clothes. So what did I do? What could I do? I went to my hair appointment in my pajamas!

Now, at the risk of embarrassing her (yes, my stylist reads my blog), I have to tell you that I get my hair done by a stunningly gorgeous girl. Oh shut up, Megan, you are too beautiful. Duh. Not only is she drop-dead adorable, but she dresses tres chic and does my hair in skinny jeans and stilettos. I love her even though I should totally hate her. It helps that she makes my hair look INSANELY gorgeous. She’s got mad skillz, people. But when I go to see her, I try to at least look a little bit cute. Because really, how could I not? Like there’s no way I can compete with her, but at least I could not look like a total pig in comparison to her.

And then today happened. I showed up in her salon with my plaid pajama pants, matching t-shirt and flip flops. Hair barely combed. Bags under my eyes. And god bless her, she said I looked cute. Wait, did you get that?? Gorgeous Megan said I looked CUTE. She’s a damn liar, but I love her all the same.

If you’re local, you have got to go to Megan to get your hair done. She is brilliant, and best of all, she understands the Stylist Code. Which is this: Even if you are hands-down more adorable than your client, never EVER let them believe that you are cuter than they are.