Am I the only one who sleeps around when it comes to my hair? I mean, not that I sleep around with hairdressers, but I move around. One can't always afford where one would like to go all the time. But when one can, one loves the well-groomed care they dish up at Visions Day Spa, at 238 Capitol St. The modern art on the wall. The pastel aluminum tubes of the trendiest pomades. The snark and gossip, delivered sotto voce between you and your hairdresser. Who are these women who can afford hours on all that aluminum foil in their hair and the colorful pots of strange-smelling chemicals that cost more than the current market price for an ounce of palladium? Still, their hair does look fabulous, if their overly tanned skin speaks of too many tropical vacations. Oh, but there you go again...

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