I was sitting with Chad the other night. "I'm going to get some more highlights in my hair tomorrow," I announced.
"But you already have some," he pointed out.
"Oh, you noticed. How do you like the color overall?"
"It's nice," he smirked, "How do you get it so dark on top?"
OK, so then I knew a visit to Carlos was definitely in order. For any of my girlfriends reading this, I must emphatically recommend Carlos from Jordan's Enchanted Cottage on Robertson. I haven't been this happy with the results for awhile. The thing is, Carlos has a great eye and as a stylist, he is incredibly diplomatic. I think he prefaces almost every statement with, "Should you choose to..." But I would never doubt his advice, anyway.
I have also found that I am not as annoyed with Star Jones as I used to be. I think it was just that, when she was a bit heavier, I got the impression that she was over-the-top and trying a bit too hard to be recognized, swathed in some decadent persona. I always thought it would have been a fantastic joke to run by St. Bartholomew's Church during her lavish nuptials screaming, "Got BOGO on the brain?" Did anybody check if she picked up her Swarovski-encrusted Manolos at Payless? But I'm seeing her in these E! promos now and she seems so much more confident and palatable. Relaxed, funny, and so much more your homegirl rather than an overdone peacock hogging up the shrimp at the Bellagio buffet. It could be the calming effect of marriage.
I got a long-awaited offer today. Funny, because it was the second such offer in as many weeks. But circumstances changed over the last few months and I had to politely decline something that I wanted very badly some months ago. You never do know about opportunities. They do present themselves in the oddest moments, reminding me again of the many virtues of patience.
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