sisters, celebs, and going platinum

I got my hair did this weekend (by my sister!! because she's the best ever!!).

And yes, that means I get my hair cut in my parents' den. But what can ya do? Her salon is near Savannah. I live near Athens. That's a five hour drive, for those of you unfamiliar with Georgia geography (shame). So we take advantage of a weekend when we're both visiting home.

Sarah is the only person who understands what I mean when I say make me look like Zooey Deschanel. She can translate that onto my head. I don't know why I ever bother trying to find other acceptable hair stylists. They never measure up. She's been cutting my hair since she was in MIDDLE SCHOOL (trust me, she had no formal schooling at that point)...no one else will ever be as good as she is.

I asked for Zooey:

Source: google.com via Erika on Pinterest

Sarah makes me Zooey:

With much less-awesome brown eyes. Which Sarah and I are sure to rag our mother about (my dad has blue eyes, so this is all Mom's fault, clearly).

Anyway. I love my new 'do. (And it looks awesome straight, too.) (And my head is SO MUCH LIGHTER!! I have really thick hair and she cut about half of it off. But it's still long!) But guess what we discovered?

May I introduce you to my first official gray hair? Thirty years old, and wiser every minute. This guy's been hanging out in my bangs...I've been catching glimpses of him for the last couple weeks. He's a nice normal texture, though (not the crazy wonky gray hair that happens sometimes), so I'm leaving him be. I'll think of him as FREE HIGHLIGHTS, so what's not to love about that? Sarah says he isn't really gray, he's pure white. Which is probably the most awesome thing ever, so you can just feast your jealous eyes on that beauty and think about how sweet it's going to be when I'm pure platinum. A platinum Zooey. The world isn't even ready.