{I Lost 10 Pounds in Five Hours}

The spring in my proverbial step has gone in for servicing, and has come out looking 10 years younger.

And I'm not kidding, either:

Before--Hello, halfway houses of America; meet your newest druggie!

After--Even in dim lighting and using a webcam, the difference is shocking:


And yes, both these photos were taken today.

I probably should have gotten my hair done in March, but my stylist had mono, and nobody in Canada could possibly know my hair as well as she. So I waited three more months. She's just that good. And it was totally worth it; these photos don't even do my hair justice--wait until I take some decent ones tomorrow!

It may seem arrogant or vain for me to flaunt such accolades of my own hair, but trust me when I confess that my beautiful hair has nothing to do with me. The best hair days of my life have been because of Lindsey. Here are some photos of my hair under the influence of her magic hands throughout the years:

Work in progress...

Even Poor Kyle's hair cooperates when Lindsey has her way with it.

Here we all are--Lindsey having spruced us all up nicely. I think she ended up being the hairstylist for the entire wedding party.

She usually agrees to do my hair before a big trip when I know I'll take lots of photos.

She fixed me up for my engagement photos...

My bridal shower...

And my wedding.

She has a real gift.

In contrast, here are photos of my hair when I'm in Canada and left to my own pitiful devices:






...There are no words to express the debt I owe this woman.