How many teenagers do you know who are WILLING to sacrifice their own hair … risk the unknown of not looking “cool” … be subject to teasing … be ridiculed as looking “butch”?

On her own, without ANY suggestions from me, my incredibly passionate, caring and sensitive daughter came to me last week and said, “Mom, I want to donate my hair to the Locks of Love organization so other kids who are bald because of their cancer can have my gorgeous hair.” And let me tell you, her hair is stunning. Maybe my daughter came to this decision because she has experienced people in her life who have been touched by cancer (even who have died from cancer). Maybe it’s because my daughter has a bigger heart than almost anyone I know.

So on Friday we went to a beauty salon, which was certified as being a Locks of Love salon. Alajandra is the owner and top hair stylist. For this unselfish feat, I wanted to pay for only the best (no Super Cuts for my daughter). Alajandra followed very strict protocol. I was amazed at his precision and accuracy of cutting the 10 inch PLUS pony tail (the minimum is 10 inches). His wife was snapping digital photos, and when the last few strands were snipped away – EVERYONE in the salon applauded my daughter.

That evening, as I’m tucking her into bed and telling her how thrilled she must be that she looks so stunning with short hair and how pretty she is, my daughter said to me “Not really, I’m just happy that another little girl who is really sick can have my hair.”

Tears came rolling down my cheeks. How much prouder could a mother be!

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Strolling up and down Mizner Park in Boca Raton, we see a sign at a very chic boutique for 50% off specially marked items. The sale caught my husband’s attention. God forbid if we ever pay full price. Nevertheless, we enter this artsy fartsy French boutique with dim lighting and feathers and jeweled chains draped everywhere.

I found nothing … at first glimpse. Then my husband hands me a “toothpick” dress, the crinkly type that when hung on a hanger is about 3 inches in diameter. I laugh the “American Way” and tell him he’s got to be out of his mind. I could NEVER fit into that dress (he seems to forget that I breast fed 3 children and am about to embark on a mid-life crises.)

He urges me to try on the light pink and deep fuchsia evening gown with spaghetti straps, and the bottom is draped with zigg-zag embroidered lace and eyelet. The dress has 1-inch hot fuchsia jewels sewn sporadically through the dress, and has waves of silver sequences. The dress is EXQUISITE. What’s more amazing, is that when I put the dress on it really made me look 15 years younger, and SEXY!

In a million years I would never have picked up the dress off the rack… yet my husband instinctively knew that it would look amazing.on me. What a perfect dress for an upcoming California wedding.

Some great evening gowns can be found at Carabella's.

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