She Has The Greatest Hair. In Ze World.

Last week the husband and I went to see Celine Dion in concert thanks to a free ticket hook-up from a bloggy friend. It was SUCH a treat. And while I typically try to temper my concert expectations because you never really know how someone’s going to sound live, there’s no question that I was fully prepared to be awed and amazed by Celine’s voice.

I mean, I’ve screamed “River Deep, Mountain High” enough in the privacy of my own car to know that IT IS NOT EASY TO HIT THOSE NOTES, PEOPLE. I couldn’t wait to hear her live.

And while we were at the concert, I received an unexpected blessing.

I need to pause for a moment and compose myself so that I can share it. My heart is still very tender from the experience, you understand.

Y’all, I spent at least one full hour carefully scrutinizing Celine’s hair and stifling the urge to stand up and salute it. It is glorious. A wonder, even. Something tells me she’s probably not pulling her hair through a cap and then sitting around for 30 minutes in her pajamas while she waits for some straight-up bleach to work its magic. Girlfriend had some volume and some lowlights that would make you weep. She’s my new hair heroine.

I just wanted you to know that. Because it matters to me.

And since I’m a fan of the Tough Questions, I have to ask: who’s your hair heroine?

I do hope that’s not too personal.

Thank you and have a lovely day.