Much Love, Your Locks

Dear Melody,

We have been together 40 years, we’ve been through horrible haircuts, high bangs and perms and lots of hairspray and teasing. You’ve taken such good care of me, and in turn I take care of you, doing what you want, when you want. Rarely do I give you a bad day. But now.. the GRAY family has moved in and really starting to put a damper on things up in here. We’ve kept than at bay for so so long. I know that our beloved hairdresser is back east with all that humidity and we are now in the very DRY mountainous state of Colorado, but come one girl. We are starting over here, you can’t let me go like this! Pony Tails? Split Ends? Roots? Gray? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME!?
So, listen .. you know people who can help. Don’t let us go on any more, GET THIS TAKEN CARE OF and this Gray shit OUT.

Much Love,
Your Locks

One Response to “Much Love, Your Locks”

  1. Heather says:

    Leave it to you Mel, even your hair takes no shit! I bet your hair is still awesome.

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