The day of the crazies... that's how Bobbi and I refer to this day of madness. It begins at 8 am, down in town to drive to Arezzo to the hair show. Davide (my stylist) dyed my hair last week, and it definately falls into the crazy category. It's taken quite a bit of time to come to terms with "intense copper" hair, as he so eloquently calls it. Bright red is what I call it.
But so, 8 am, we drive and arrive. We whisked to make up, not having really any idea of what is to come. I've been promised a relatively normal hair cut. Soft layering and shoulder length. OK, I say. I can dye my hair back... at least I'll have a good, solid cut. Obviously, I wasn't thinking! The same person that dyed my hair was going to cut my hair. Anyway, fast forward to the pictures. My hair isn't normal.... but I love it. Very mod. Very Italian. And for the next two months, it's going to be Very Casey. I already feel like a rock star, so watch out. I think I personality may be changing.
On the way back from our fabulous Italian hair cuts, our driver and friend of the hair dresser, Andrea, was very entertaining, telling stories about his farm and the restaurant his dad owns. Naturally, we're all dying to see it. 1- A real live olive grove. 2- He's gorgeous and all 4 of us want to spend as much time with him as possible. 3- He swears his dad is the last cowboy in Italy, and we'd understand if we saw the restaurant. So off we go... to the American Salon Restaurant, perched perfectly among the olive trees with an amazing view of Tuscany and a small farm to one side! Horses, dogs, cats, and OWLS! At one point, looking at the owls and hearing stories about how one dances to Barry White songs, I look at Bobbi and ask, How did we get here... in Italy... with crazy hair... on a farm... surrounded by animals?!
We were wiped out from our crazy Italian day. I came home and crashed. Then went to dinner with all my schoolmates, who oo-ed and ah-ed over the crazy Italian new look we all had. Quite a day. So, if you are looking at these pictures and gasping (mom) or crying (grandmother) or laughing (paw-paw), don't worry. I do believe that, while I look super cool and amazingly Italian, I think I'll return to the States completely normal, leaving my crazy Italian hair in Italy.
Next blog will include, but will not be limited to... my hour teaching the cutest Italian children about flags and coat of arms... in their Italian language, Bevagna and medieval book presses, and flower pots. Sending all my love! Casey
4 comments:
Girl what in the world have you done to yourself over there. I'm about to get on the nexr plane to Italy and bring you home. I called Grandma to look at your blog and when she saw your hair she sad "I love it". I thought she would be the one to blow a gasket. Sounds like you are having a good time but you be careful over there.. We love you and look forward to your blogs..
Paw-Paw & Grandma
Ahhh! Casey! Wouldn't a big, white bow look great on top of your head? I think it looks FAB and I am pretty sure I did not gasp. You look like a fashion model in a magazine. I am glad you told who was who among the friends. I like the faces to go with the stories. I miss you like dirt and can't believe how cool it all is for you. Love, love, love, mom
Hello Beautiful,
I really love your hair. It suits you. I hope you leave it that way. I am really glad you had this opportunity to travel to Italy. I hope you fulfill all your dreams in life. My prayers are with you. Be safe and enjoy yourself.
Love,
Ken Brower
Casey, Grandma loved that shade of lipstick you have on and want a tube of it..I bet they go out big for Easter in Italy huh? ent us some pictures and let us know where you went to church on Easter. We love and miss you mucho.
Paw-Paw & Grandma
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