|Home salons may not offer you a robe like this one, but they're still a great option|
Just when I thought I was going to have to start doing my own hair, an enterprise that, with my talent for the sartorial arts would be akin to doing my own kidney transplant, a miracle occurred. My oldest came home sporting the best hair cut and color I've seen on her. An acquaintance of hers from one of her many jobs had just had a baby and decided that rather than leave him to go back to work, she would cut and color hair from her living room. I visited last night and was at first a bit skeptical, but I decided I would just live with whatever results I got knowing that at least this child was not being raised by two members of the same sex.
The house was a bit dark, and I admit it wasn't entirely comfortable, especially the color rinse in the kitchen sink, but she did a phenomenal job, the price was right, and I got to play with the baby while waiting for the color to set. And, I was helping a mom who chose life to support herself and her child.
BTW, it is nothing short of tragic that an innocent childhood symbol, the rainbow, has become the icon for depravity. More about that some other time.