I have a serious and devout love.
Nothing could tarnish it.
It is stronger than the bonds that hold this awe inspiring universe together.
It fills me with such joy, I can hardly put it into words.
It is the love...for my hair stylist.
Not only is he my hair stylist (...hair guru, really...) but I must say that he is one of my most dear friends.
On the way to one of my most treasured appointments I will send him a text message:
He usually agrees, so to Starbucks I go. I get him something chalk full of caffeine and I get myself a Green Tea frapucinno (because I think that it looks cute, not because I like to drink it.)
And once I walk through those salon doors it begins. I am the center of his universe and he is mine.
While he is turning my hair into the beautiful color which nature denied me, we delve into persistent conversation. We talk about everything under the sun, moon and stars.
My momma (My mom gets her hair done by him too)
Our love lives
Orange County Housewives (Atlanta too)
Our plans for the weekends
How cute are our best friends?!
Oh my gosh! You are so CUTE!
No YOU'RE so cute!
I love you!
I love you TOO!
Ok...well maybe not that last part. But seriously. I have never enjoyed getting my hair done so much!
And he does AMAZING hair... and I am not being partial. Not only do I love love love him, but I also think that he is an amazing hair artist.
I tell everyone I know to go see him, and if they don't, then I write them off as fools and discontinue to associate with them. Well not really, but sometimes I really want to.
Anyways. I love Jesse (my hair stylist...did I forget to tell you his name?)
If you live anywhere within the Los Angeles, CA area you should consider having him tousle your tresses.