one hundred and twenty-three: a letter for Kastro

I am not, in fact, a natural blonde. I was when I was born, and until about age twelve when things took a turn for the mousy. Mousy brown roots and pasty pale skin does not make for good wedding pictures. And friends, I take my bridesmaid duties seriously. So I paid a visit to my beloved Kastro, the ultimate master of hair. I am fit for company once again!

May 4, 2011


I cannot thank you enough for my little root touch up—oh who are we kidding, total overhaul. I so enjoyed our catch up too. I know the bride-to-be will be so appreciative of your handiwork. And I can hold my head high once again. You’re the best—see you sooner next time.



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