Four Hours of Therapy

Hair Therapy, that is... needed to do something for myself, and since I always color my hair out of a box (been noticeably gray since my early twenties), and haven't had it done professionally since Rylan was a baby (He's 4 now!), I thought I'd splurge. I found a gal who did Mary's hair for prom. Charming little shop that she works in all alone. It was kinda' a nice escape to sit in there for 4 hours (didn't know it would take that long) and talk to someone who doesn't know what all has happened in the last two weeks. We just chatted about this and that... nice escape. Here are the requested pics...