Let me set the scene...
It's Thursday evening, and Bree arrives to touch up her color, her wedding to sweetheart, Johnny, is on Saturday. She timidly spills her bad news.
"Cat, my hairstylist cancelled on me, she can't drive up from Vegas to up-do me. Would you be able to?"
I came to moments later, and see Bree waiving an open color tube inches from my nose, unleashing it's potent smell to revive me...fine, I didn't faint.
There was no time to practice Bree's hair, and I didn't want to be the reason for a botched wedding 'do! (Not that I can't do it, but I need practice, practice, practice.)
Short story, short...I did do her 'do early Saturday morning, but dang that soft, fine hair of hers, for it didn't last the WHOLE day. Luckily my sissy, Mal, was there to pin and primp throughout the day.
No matter what, Bree never looked more beautiful!
Going off the bridals
Don't fool yourself, it was 8 a.m. on Saturday, of course I'm in my jammies.
Mal and I fighting over Bree's head.
Beautiful.
2 comments:
um, what about beautiful pictures of MY wedding?
Ah, that was such a fun day, such a beautiful wedding. I was in the bridal party ya know, Im VERY special. No, I will not give you my autograph.
You did an excellent job on B's hair, and on such short notice! Best Cat ever.
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