I am grouchy in the above pic because my hair looks like poo. Or like yellow with black as one of my former babysitting charges commented when I was in dire need of a highlight. Nothing like getting the brutally honest truth straight from the mouth of a child, right?
Well, today the sun looks brighter. My makeup looks fresher. My outlook more positive. My self-esteem is as high as ever.
All because Marie worked her magic and I am no longer yellow with black. Goodbye six inch roots. So long stringy split ends.