Contrary to popular belief, I am not a goddess. In fact, if you peel away the carefully constructed layers to reveal me with pillow hair sans makeup, it’s pretty darn scary. Fortunately I’ve implemented a well-formulated plan of attack and have in my arsenal a very significant resource.
Nadene and I go back at least 15 years. I first stumbled upon her salon when it neighbored the fitness center I frequented (which, from my present-day lumpiness, obviously WAS a long time ago). She has since moved three times and I’ve stuck with her the way wet toilet paper will to your shoe as you walk out of a public restroom … but maybe that’s another story for another time.
The chic and oh-so-trendy Envy Salon (derived from her initials, NV; clever, huh?) can now be found tucked away in the annex of Nadene’s gorgeous home on Mennow Lake in Georgetown Township. She’s guided me through years of experimental colors, lengths and styles, and introduced me to the Pureology hair care system (fabulous products; you must try!). She always welcomes me back with a blow dryer at the ready when I waywardly wander into another stylist’s scissors. And let’s not even talk about the millions of dollars she saves me in therapy. (What is it about wanting to confess your sins when you’re being pampered?) She's a great stylist and a great friend; what more could a girl ask for?
Nadene just confirmed this evening that there’s still no gray (thank you, Grandma!). If I could just convince her to leave her husband and four children, and move in with me to make me beautiful every morning, life would be perfect!
Envy Salon
616.662.1010
2 comments:
You have no gray because I've taken it all for myself. Sad, isn't it?
Lynn!!! Love this blog! Great plug for Nadene!! You are quite the talented writer & I have enjoyed reading your posts to date. :-) Carole
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