Hands down. This is her. Her name is Courtney. She’s been my stylist so long that I can’t even remember how long it’s been! We met in Sunday School class. She was opening a new shop and offered to do my hair. I tried not to be offended that someone would walk up to me at church and suggest I do something different with my hair, but…. that’s Courtney. She knows exactly what I need.
When we moved to Florida I tried to time my visits back to Georgia to correlate with when I would need my color touched up. It was working until recently. My scalp looked very similar to the trending Pinterest page “Dark Roots”, only a lot less glamorous!!!
I was stressing out about my options: 1. Find a salon in Florida and hope for the best. 2. Wait it out and be grateful I don’t know a single person in a 500 mile radius. 3. Buy a box of color and darken my whole head until I could get to her.
I texted her one day and asked for her advice. Her first question was: “Where do you live again???” Turns out Courtney was in the mood to escape the wet, cold winter and we agreed to meet in Orlando for the weekend, where she would fix my hair.
See? I told you she was the BEST!
Unfortunately, Orlando was rainy and cool Friday and Saturday, so we hopped in the car and drove towards Tampa on Sunday. We found the sun shining at Medeira Beach on the Gulf of Mexico. Our boys played on their boogie boards as we sat in the sand all day. It was a perfect ending to a great weekend.
(And this time… my roots are dark on purpose! LOL…)