No, seriously, blo me.
I’m on my way to a gala, then to pick-up friends at the airport, but not before I do the laundry, write a few posts, check with the cat sitter, and pay the bills.
The garbage needs to go out, the garden should be weeded, and I have a dentist appointment.
Let’s not forget dinner- for six, tomorrow night.
Sweet Baby Jesus Have Mercy On My Soul!
I DON’T HAVE TIME to wash, dry, and style my hair! (I’ll be lucky to shave the legs and brush the teeth, squeeze into that little number and down a glass of vino while plucking the brows!)
So, Blo me. Please.
And they did.
And all was right in the world.
And I showed up looking calm and confident and ready to live another day, at the Blo bar…
|Blo Dry Bar
5530 Magazine Street
My new favorite place!
|Is this Genius or what?!!!!!|
|They do NOTHING but blow-outs and styles- no cuts.|