
The Price of Beauty Last night was a night of pure luxury. Why? I had my hair highlighted at “my house” by an amazing stylist, Casey Schlachta. We talked, laughed and had a blast and the whole time I’m getting foils put in my hair to give me that perfect blond to carry me through one more month. What? You thought those blonde strands came naturally. Oh yes, you’re right. They do…really. I felt very diva like and fabulous as dear, sweet Casey did Madeline’s (my son’s girlfriend) and my hair. This was totally decadent and ultimate fabulousness. Casey is the stylist for my son’s group, Cinema Sleep and she wanted to put a little champage pink (oddly enough there is no pink involved L ) in Madeline’s hair for a photo shoot and stopped by to do so. My house was the rendezvous point. I was the lucky recipient of a spontaneous highlight( which is definitely better than spontaneous combustion). It was...