I got bored.
Well, not bored, exactly...
In fact, I have just a smidge more work than I can comfortably handle right now. It should, really, be enough work to make the time go quickly. But at this stage, there is the possibility that we're just a few weeks away from a referral, and with that kind of proximity to our goal, the days have slowed to a crawl. Maybe it's that I'm checking the calendar every few hours to see if it's any closer to March. You know what they say about a "watched pot".
In any case, my impatience is, I'm afraid, getting the best of me. So today, in the midst of a long studio day, I took two hours off for a little, shall we say, "salon therapy".
If you know what I mean. Nudge, nudge. Does yer wife like to take pictures? Ya' know, pictures? Eh? Is she a goer? Eh? Nod's as good as a wink to a blind man, eh?
....Oh, sorry. Where was I?
Now, I know myself, and I know that my impulses toward radical change are usually misguided, particularly in moments of stress. What I really wanted was bright, Irish-setter red hair. What I decided on (with a little help from my loungemates - thanks, guys!) was all-over highlights that are close enough to my natural hair color that they can be very low-maintenance. I simply don't have the patience (or the extra cash) for high-maintenance hair. Fortunately, my hair already has a tinge of red in with the brown, so we had something to work with.
I lucked out and got a very good colorist, and she managed to make the result so natural that you can hardly see where the highlights end and my natural hair begins. It also goes quite well with my skin color, I think! Very crafty.
And perfect for someone who only remembers to go back to the salon about once per season.
Well, that was fun. Now I'm afraid there's nothing for it but to get back to work...I've done all the procrastinating I can afford to do.