It's been a good 6 months since then but this afternoon, I finally HAD it. My hair was a mess...too long, too shapeless... an old body wave waving badly damaged hair like a surrender flag. I hate getting my hair cut, which is why for most of my adult life, my hair was looonnngggg.
See...told ya...same haircut, just a LOT longer. How do you like those 1980's big bangs?
So, at 5:00 this afternoon, I called a salon I've never gone to before and asked if they had anyone free to cut my hair. They did. Yes, I know this is dangerous but I'm living on the edge, here. So, I go meet my new stylist who is this petite redhead who had just had her own eyebrows and upper lip waxed (this is a full service salon) so she's a little red. She feels she has to explain her appearance but I recognize the signs... We hit it off. She was funny and didn't make me make all the decisions. I feel so much better and my hair no longer looks like a frizzy mess. Tthe great part is I don't have to spend an hour styling my hair.
And yes... you only get to see the back. I HATE having my picture taken.
