Today was my hair trial at Grasshopper Salon. I love my new hairdresser, Robbie. She’s very exacting, and she has a great personality. I’m so hair-retarded. She knows what looks right, and I trust her.

Don’t worry. My hair won’t be this messy and uneven at the wedding. We were experimenting, but by the end, we figured out the general shape and how much hair we want up. I like the volume and balance between traditional up-do and loose ringlets. Plus, there’s something about the way the hair is built up into those mounds that reminds me of Amy Winehouse’s beehive, and I secretly like it. (The hairdresser calls the hair mounds ‘pads’, but there’s no padding inside; it’s all my hair.)